** Callen’s POV **
I let out a sharp whistle, and the kids freeze mid-sprint like someone hit pause. A couple of them groan, and a few flop dramatically into the grass, and one tiny omega throws his arms up and yells, “We demand extra time!”
I grin, shaking my head. “You demand nothing, Greyson. You barely ran the last round.”
Greyson pouts and then gives me a cheeky salute before dropping into the grass beside his friends. I make a mental note to tell his parents he’s got potential beta energy. A smart mouth and a big heart.
“Alright, pack it up,” I call. “Grab your water bottles and cool down. Then whoever’s still got energy left can help me carry the cones back.”
A chorus of groans follows, but they obey, scattering to grab their drinks. Little Jax comes to stand beside me, watchin
