Sawyer
“Dean, can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked before opening our mind-link.
̔ I need to speak to you privately. I don´t want to trouble Emma even further than necessary.´ I explained to him.
“Of course, Alpha,” nodded Dean before standing up as I followed him into the kitchen.
I closed the door, making sure we were alone and out of reach of shifter hearing before turning to face Dean, seeing his tired face and bloodshot eyes that were filled with anguish and desperation.
As Alpha, I was able to feel his pain and sorrow, which was physically hurting me too throughout our pack bond. At that moment, I felt like a failure.
What kind of Alpha was I if they were able to kidnap a pup right under my nose?
I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts, I had to focus on the task
