Beta Tyler
Alpha Blake smiles proudly, nodding his head as she walks away.
I whistle, nodding my head. "That's a beauty right there," I say, referring to the rifle.
"Yup. She always goes for the best toys. Well, I guess if we're ready then, let's roll out." alpha Blake says as Beta Tyler straps more ammo cartridges on his side pockets and grabs his own rifle, shotguns, and a 9mm berretta on his side holster.
He then turns, throwing a change of clothes, along with a best and belt for my weapons. "Best to hurry, alpha Lucian. No time to waste."