Jack
I begrudgingly follow everyone else into the packhouse. My mother and uncle are happily talking to Alpha Roberts. We reach the meeting room, and everyone sits around the table but me.
“Sit down, Jack,” My mother insists.
“When are we going to get Priscilla,” I growl.
Sparky saunters to me, “We will get your mate back, son,” he says in a low tone. “But we can’t just go barreling into Deacon Sullivan’s land. We must make a plan,” He states.
“I am not your son,” I say through gritted teeth. “Deacon Sullivan took my mate,” I yell as Ajax pushes for control. The elder alpha just smiles at me with stark white teeth. That further enrages my wolf, who sees it as a challenge. I lunge at Sparky. In less than a blink, I am slammed onto the table.
“Jack!” Mom yells.
“I got this, Liz,” Spa
