Victor began the work of incorporating Rogue wolves into his Beta forces immediately. The next morning, he received a call from Edgar letting him know that there were dozens of Rogues lined up outside the doors of his training barracks. Word traveled fast, and they were eager for the opportunity to
Slowly he turns to see Amelia standing, arms folded, on his back porch. Two Betas stand anxiously behind her. “She insisted, sir,” one says. “We couldn’t stop her.” “It’s fine,” Victor says, steeling himself and waving a hand to dismiss them. They nod and walk away. “Hello, Amelia.” “I want to tal
“Is Amelia going to be there?” Alvin asks as Evelyn loads a cooler full of snacks into the back of the hummer. “What?” Evelyn says, confused. “No. Why would Amelia be there?” Ian shrugs. “She said she’s gonna ruin our lives. She didn’t say when. She could be anywhere.” Evelyn shakes her head and
“I love it here,” Ian whispers, truly awed. “It’s good,” Alvin adds with a shrug. Evelyn laughs at them both. “Really? I think it’s kind of…bland. Needs some flowers. Or colorful paint.” She shrugs along with Alvin. Ian shakes his head at her, baffled and a little disgusted. “You just don’t get i
Victor meets with his lieutenants for hours, conversing with them endlessly over the details of camp, the new Rogues that have petitioned to join the pack as Betas, the plans they have for the future. Alvin and I spend those hours wandering around and taking in the sites, watching the Betas run arou
“Yes,” he agrees. “But I’m not used to others being a mystery. Amelia…I always knew what Amelia wanted. Or if she was being sneaky, then when I found out what she was doing, it always made sense. You, Evelyn…a little sphynx, if I ever met one.” I smile, biting my lip, not being able to help feeling
Our car ride home the next day is subdued. Ian stares out the window, a smile stuck on his face, clearly dreaming of Black Hawk helicopters and his future as a Navy SEAL. Alvin just naps. He loved our full tour this morning, of the barracks and the training courses. He didn’t have Ian’s full enthusi
“Oh please,” Victor says, rolling his eyes. “You bought him a spot at UPenn and he loafed around Philadelphia for four years, getting drunk at Phillies games –“ “He majored in history!” Henry snaps, his eyes flaring. “He has studied the great military minds of the last four thousand –“ Victor laug