Alpha's Second Chance
And we look at him.
“That is not a bad idea. And I know just the person.” Dad says, going into a mindlink, and then we sit waiting.
The door opens, and I see one of our trackers, Sam. He is one of the best we have, and Dad is right. He would be perfect. He is older, his mate is gone, and there is only his son and his son's mate.
“Hello, Sam, sit down, please,” Dad says, and Sam bows his head in respect and sits down.