Alpha Ryder:
Pulling up to the Blood River Pack I was a bit disgusted. The grass along the driveway up to the packhouse was overgrown. The flowers in the gardens were dead. The packhouse was falling apart, it was so run down. When his parents were alive, this land was more beautiful.
"Chris?" I said, turning to my beta.
"Do you notice anything?" I asked him.
"You mean the fact we weren't stopped at the gate, and there is no one training on the field?" He answered.
"Exactly,” I said.
“Look at this place, it's like it's abandoned," I said.
“No wonder he has a rogue problem."
I shook my head as we came to a stop in front of the packhouse. Chris cuts the engine.
Taking one last look at each other, we stepped out of the SUV and were greeted by a five-foot 8-250lb short brown hair an
