Alpha Gray
I wonder how Gray keeps up with running both the squad and his pack.
No, I don’t. I don’t care what Gray does. Fucking prick.
The trees are thinning in front of us, and I can tell that there’s a clearing ahead. I haven’t ever been out to this area of the six-pack territory, so I’m still trying to get my bearings. I wish I was in wolf form; my wolf’s a great navigator. My human side, not so much.
“Alright, kids,” Casey sings out, hopping off the path. “Time to shift.” She spins around, pulling her tank top off over her head.