“Then why not back Emmett? Help Emmett take over. He’s…”“Too weak. He’s a great communicator, a great leader when it comes to certain things. He’s not a fighter though. Emmett can’t back up his decisions wholeheartedly if it leads to death or having to take action. There is a firmness that he needs to be.”Justin’s nostrils flared. “Then help him! Stand next to him!”“As what? His second Alpha? People are going to mow him down if I’m not there. What kind of Alpha needs someone else to back him up and do his dirty work? Or make the hard decisions? No other Alpha is going to take him seriously. He’s too kind and honestly, I don’t want that position to corrupt him. He could eventually become the Alpha he needs to be in order to help the pack survive. But that would be at the cost of his soul, his very essence that makes Emmett, Emmett. So no. I would never put my broth

My brother started to say something but I put my hand up. “You could teach him if he wanted to learn. He doesn’t want to learn though. He wants the power and the title to treat people like shit so they can’t talk back to him. So that he can be the ultimate bully all the while doing it in your name. He isn’t good. For you or the pack.”“So what do you suggest, Sky? I just not take him as leadership?”I shrugged. “Honestly, yeah. I wouldn’t. But if you’re set on it, make him a Delta. Put him in charge of something, one thing, and expect perfection from him. Be hard on him if he doesn’t achieve that. He will never learn, otherwise. Never be open to it.”Caleb sighed. “Father wouldn’t allow that.”I raised my eyebrow. “Oh, so Father’s taking Greg as his Beta?”“Well, no but…”“But what, Caleb? You need people aroun

Emmett handed it to me but before I took it, I ripped a hole in my sweats to make it easy to see my leg.“Caleb, hold my leg. I need it steady for me to do this.”His hands grabbed right around my knee and calf, holding tight. Taking a deep breath, I shoved the blanket in my mouth, curled my hand around the letter opener, and yanked it out. I screamed as the pain quadrupled for a moment; blood now pouring from the wound. Emmett was quick with a pad of gauze, pressing it hard on my leg, making me scream again. My leg started to shake but Caleb held tight. After about a minute, I’d successfully threaded the needle and was ready.Emmett stopped putting pressure, but it was still oozing a bit. I went in with the needle and thread, crying out, tears streaming down my cheeks as I sewed myself up expertly. Once I tied it off, Emmett cut it and then proceeded to gently wipe the area with the alcohol. Every time it touched the wound, I cried but held fi

Gina brought my plate of food and I ate with gusto. Healing always left me famished. I knew my body worked harder to heal due to the suppression anklet. So the energy used left me dying of hunger. I watched Carl work on some of the cars as I finished eating. Downing my orange juice, I asked for another glass of it rather than coffee. I’d nursed it through my meal, but it felt so rich I didn’t think I could handle another mug.Looking down at my phone, there were three missed calls from Caleb and multiple text messages.  Cal: Greg went to the school first. They pulled the security footage after you were marked absent. The middle finger was a nice touch. Cal: He tried to call Justin, since he knows all your hangouts but Justin got put on patrol duty after yesterday. Cal: What happened between you two? He’s bee

‘Let the waves crash over me now’ ‘Had a taste and now I might drown’ ‘I know I think too much, but trying not to fucking sucks’ Carl sang out and I joined him at the chorus. ‘Worst case scenario playing in my head’ ‘Misery in stereo, but I’m not done yet’ ‘Nothing left to do, and my mind’s gone cold’ ‘I don’t really want to face it when it’s all a’ ‘Worst case scenario playing in my head’ We yelled it out into the closed shop. He was leaned over a 2012 GMC Arcadia with a bad radiator while I was digging around in a 1973 Pantera that one of Carl’s friends had brought in. Apparently, it was going to be a whole rebuild project and I was happy to dig around in the 8-cylinder beast. I’d always loved older and classic cars, so this one was a real treat. Leaning back, I laughed as Carl was shaking his ass as most of his body was under the hood of the car. It was getting dark already and I had had a wonderfully uninterrupted day of car after car. Carl had been right, with a full