Chapter 70

** Callen’s POV ** The first thing Jaxon does when we get back to the house is kick off his trainers and sprint to the living room like it’s been waiting forever for this moment. His little voice echoes down through the house, announcing to anyone within earshot what game we’ll be playing first. Parker goes straight to the kitchen. “I’ll get the pizzas started.” “Can you stick some of those southern fried chicken drumsticks in too? I’m starving,” Remy calls after him as he follows me into the living room. “And some wedges,” I add. “Like a pack of damn wolves,” Parker mutters under his breath. “It’s for Jax. He’s a growing little alpha, he needs all the extra calories,” I tease. “Yeah, the kid eats better than half of our warriors,” Remy grumbles. The living room is chaos within minutes. Cushions on the floor, Jaxon’s hoodie abandoned by the sofa, controllers and game boxes scattered everywhere. “Alright, little man,” I say, sinking onto the sofa and grabbing a controller. “You ready to