The Alpha's Tortured Mate
"You look like shit my friend, what's on your mind?"
I open my eyes to look at him walking around his desk and leaning on it, his arms crossed. He looks like any other Alpha tall, with brown hair and blue eyes. Nothing special about him.
"Kyle, I know we've talked about this before but I just can't take the way this pack is any longer." rubbing my hand across my face I continue "you know I wasn't raised like this, hell you weren't even raised like this. I don't know where all this hatred came from for the lower level wolves but I can't take it any longer, things will change or I will leave."