The crowd is slow to die down. I’m one of them. At one point, my voice is so raspy I wonder why I haven’t lost it yet. The whole time, I’m darting my gaze back and forth between Beau and Archer.
Watching them interact with people is odd. They don’t treat the members of their team like subordinates. They all joke with the twins. Gently punching the boys in the shoulder or ruffling the boys’ hair. It’s odd to me. They’re reduced down to the boys they are and not the alpha’s in training they want to be.
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