Dallas’ p.o.v.
It has been almost a year since Everett shifted into a Lycan and we have been taking over more duties from Uncle Vaughn and Aldon, our Royal Gamma.
They'd like to spend a bit more time with their Mates and we get a sense of the day-to-day business we'll need to handle in a few years. I don’t like every aspect of my job and I am grateful for the patience my Mates have to explain certain issues to me.
“Where are we heading today?” Daxton asks as we get into the SUV and the soft growl I give him is warning enough.
Charna and I don’t like our task for the day. If I could avoid the Moron we are visiting today, I would.
“Yellow Dawn Pack.” Our driver mumbles. He doesn’t like going there either and I see his Mate placing his hand in his, trying to calm him down.
It has been
