Jordan POV
I feel sick to my stomach. An impending sense of dread makes me swallow hard as Jaxon pulls up right in front of my house. I give him a nervous smile, trying to appear nonchalant but not sure that I am succeeding judging by the careful look he’s giving me. Act normal Jordan, I remind myself, remember to act like a normal teenager. I grab my backpack and he opens the passenger door for me, helping me out as I smile gratefully at him. He eyes my house with curiosity. It’s large, as befitting a Gamma’s status and I lead him inside and sit him down in the kitchen, putting my backpack down. The house is strangely quiet.
Sarah, I’m relieved to see, isn’t home. For once something is going right in my life and my father is no doubt at the pack house or on the grounds working. “Are yo
