AARON POV
We are finally back in the packhouse. I plop down on the couch in my Beta quarters and sigh some relief. Christos has found his mate. He can finally be happy.
Very few people call him by his first name, but he is more than my best friend. He is my brother.
My parents died when I was 9 during the Great War. I wandered onto pack lands abandoned. At 10 years old Alpha Grey accepted me, injured, damaged, alone. He gave me a pack, a family.
Once I was healed he allowed me to start warrior training alongside him and we became fast friends. His father's beta, John Hale, took a liking to me and started to train me to be a Beta. No one was surprised that Christos made me his Beta at age 18. He has my loyalty, my allegiance my life.
A knock sounds on my door and I smell the twins.
