Austin's POV
"Pick up anything, Buck?" I ask my wolf while still sprawled in bed on my eighteenth birthday.
I didn't really expect my mate to be here—there's nothing left for me in this pack—but I figured I should check.
*If she was here, I would have caught her scent last night,* he responds.
True enough. Maybe she's in Henderson's pack, though I seriously doubt it. I've known for months that I don't belong in either of my older siblings' packs. I'm an Alpha wolf stuck behind an older brother who's already claimed our pack. The Beta position went to the son of my father's Beta, and the same was true for the Gamma.
There's no room for me in Ezekiel's world.
I could probably ask Percy for his Gamma spot. He's been complaining about needing help, especially now that his life revolves around diaper changes and bedtime stories. But that's not what I want.
*We've already decided,* Buck reminds me.
