chapter 6(4)

I groan as I realize what I’m thinking about. I am a grown man, an Alpha, and here I stand, in the middle of a fucking forest, doubting a child. Who in their right mind is so suspicious of a child? “Come on then,” I press Jonah and toss my bag over my shoulder. Jonah jumps up from the rock and I reach down for him. The next moment, the boy is happily sitting on my shoulders, giggling like someone’s tickling him. Shit, I hope the piss and fart situations were one time things, it would really suck to experience that again while he’s so damn close to my head. Jonah places his hands on my head, and I have to peel one hand away to see where I’m placing my feet. The happy little shit doesn’t seem too bothered that his hand might be blocking my eye. Derrick grabs the other bag, and we head off. We head around the mountain, as if we have a silent agreement to scan the place before we venture farther up. Besides, if we check more places, we could find the camp Jonah mentioned to have seen befor