Alpha Gray
The big double-doors in the front of the packhouse are propped open and people are already filing inside.
Deke just gives me a nod, and I lean in. “Seriously. You’ve been holding this pack together lately, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed.”
The corner of his mouth ticks up into a half-smile. “Just doing my job, Alpha,” he says.
Deke’s mate, Holly, sidles up to us, reaching out for his hand. “Ready to run, babe?” she asks, looking up at him with a sly grin. Holly is a little thing- barely 5’5” and slight in stature. She’s got light brown hair and huge green eyes, like an anime character. Holly’s one of those super maternal types, and she basically adopted me as a son after my parents died. I owe