*Matt*

Jack was less than thrilled as he pulled into the hotel lot and parked. He would have ignored the pain in his joints and forced himself to endure the hours remaining on our drive back to the Alpha King’s house if I hadn’t insisted that he stop. Of course, his own injuries weren’t enough to make him agree, but Kenna’s discomfort convinced him. Reid texted my phone to let us know that Kenna needed a break. It was already past midnight, so it only made sense to ...