I was surprised when Beta Caleb chose to stay at the packhouse to talk to me. It felt odd to receive genuine kindness from someone within these walls.
"You know, Jack isn't as bad as people say," Caleb said earnestly.
"Of course you’d say that. You're the Devil's Beta; it’s your duty to defend him," I shot back, crossing my arms.
"We're best friends. I’ve known him forever; he’s not the villain everyone thinks," Caleb insisted, his voice steady.
"You're biased," I replied, still skeptical.
"Yeah, I guess I am," he chuckled, easing the tension in the room.
Suddenly, I heard a weird noise walking along the bare floors that had already been laid on the previous day, so I turned around to look. Paisley walked towards me in her stiletto heels, holding a nail gun.
She managed to shoot
