The atmosphere was tense when we stepped back in and it wasn’t just the tension between Dylan and Mason. John had settled into one of the two single - seaters in the parlour and Mason was perched stiffly on the other. His eyes were downcast while his arms were clasped demurely at his knee.
The pack warriors stood to a side and when they saw us coming. They inclined their head slightly to the side, baring their neck as a symbol of respect to their Alpha.
“Alpha,” They inclined their head at Dylan. “Luna,” They inclined their head at me. I was so immensely shocked at that and when I recovered, it would have been to awkward to reply. Dylan nodded at them before turning to face Mason.
“Give me one good reason to not kick you out of this pack. ” His voice was low yet it rang clear. The entir
