The Race

Rachael's POV

"Yes Rachael, I have a pack." Jackson chuckled, gazing at me briefly.

"And you are the Alpha of this pack?" I asked, still in shock.

"No. Not at all. That's not what this is." He replied with a shake of the head. "I just help these people behind the scenes. There's someone else running the show."

Just then, an old woman came out of one of the tents and I quickly recognised her. She was the same woman that I met when we visited the camp of the homeless Crimson Pack members. Mrs Matilda.

"Rachael, meet the leader of this Pack." He introduced her to me.

"It's good to see you once again." She said to me with a smile.

"Same here."

"Your boyfriend here, doesn't want anyone to know that he's the one behind the creation of this Pack, so he put me in charge of it." She revealed.

"Wow." I exhaled. "Well, don't you feel like someone else is taking your glory?"

"One thing about kindness, is that it's about giving to others and not about getting the accolades that comes with it." He