chapter 33(2)

Kyson Now, why are Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock so worried about my men and me coming here? Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so pointless after all. I slide across the seat, muttering to myself, and my temper ripples just like my aura. “What’s wrong?” Azalea asks me. “Just border controls, forgetting who they are speaking with,” I answer. She nods, and we starte moving again, yet the further we get into the sleepy town that is in the middle of nowhere, the more anxious Azalea becomes. My earlier mood is gone and replaced with anger for their Alpha, thinking he can tell me I can’t enter without notification. Who does he think he is? “Abbie told me Katrina took over the orphanage?” Azalea asks, snapping my attention to her and out of whatever mood I slipped into. “Yes, after Mrs. Daley left,” I tell her, not wanting to tell her Gannon skinned the woman alive and hung her in the basement. The pictures he took made my stomach turn; Gannon was one sick bastard. I shake the thought away and watch a