Third Person
Beta Cory watched with a furrowed brow as the woman from the Cypress Ridge party stormed to the truck he had seen earlier. So, it was the same person, he thought. What was she doing in this part of the city?
The beta’s thoughts were interrupted when knuckles rasped against the vehicle’s window. He shook away his thoughts. Sighing, he rounded the hood and got in behind the wheel.
Cory glanced at his alpha before pulling away from the curb.
“What did she want?” Barrett scoffed.
“She was nice,” Titus said from the backseat. “She shared her French fries with me.”
“What’s her name, buddy?” Beta Cory asked the boy.
“Mads. She was looking for a job on her computer, but didn’t get one. She’ll be back tomorrow to see me,” Titus exclaimed, excited about seeing his new friend.
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