36. Zeke

Obviously Cillian went absolutely apeshit on me when we arrived back at the war front. It was nice to see everyone for sure, but I could have done without my childhood friend barely restraining himself from ripping me to shreds.

Umbridled Alpha authority oozed from every pore. I knew his claws were on the verge of extending, his fingers twitching as he interrogated everyone. Those blue eyes of his frighteningly icy, topped with his wild red hair made a hell of a sight.

I got to hear Briss, Finn, and Sawyer debrief Alpha Cillian first. That left waiting outside like a naughty schoolboy. It also helped to steady my nerves before I took my sad little turn inside the headquarters of fury. The green khaki tent filled with maps, reports and letters bristled in the wind, and the power of Cillian’s roar.

“WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK WERE YOU DOING!”

Stood in his tent, fully aware that the material hid absolutely none of our conversation from the men a dozen trees away I didn’t even try to claim in