Austin POVMy phone rang, and I saw it was Isaiah video calling me. I answered the call, “Hey, son. How is everything at Ironclaw?”“Hey, Dad. Is Mom there with you? I want to talk to both of you.”I raised an eyebrow, but looked over at Rebel. Ever since we stepped down from running the pack, we have settled in a little cottage on the pack lands. We are still highly respected, and we usually try to have at least one meal a day at the dining hall in the pack house to stay close to our kids. But on nights like tonight, we wanted to stay in, so Rebel is whipping us up some food.“Darlin’, Isaiah is on the phone and wants to talk to both of us.”Rebel looks at me and smiles excitedly. Man, after all these years, she still takes my breath away when she smiles. She walks over to me and sits on my lap.“Hello, my son,” Rebel says as she looks at Isaiah.“Hey, Mom. Okay, first, Dad…this place is so messed up. No lead warrior. Alpha Paul treated the pack house like a frat house and brothel in
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