Warner's POV
"Dad's going to murder you when he finds out about this, Vaughn," Farrell mutters as we haul the dead alphas toward Linton's G-Wagon.
Both Linton and I burst into laughter at his concern.
"Should have stayed home then." I heave the first corpse up while Levis spreads open a body bag. "Getting soft on me, Levi? All that pack life making you weak?"
"Screw you. Princess over here showed up late," he snarls toward Linton. "Then leaves all the equipment in the damn car."
"I'm running an entire organization here. Plus I'm dealing with other issues," she shoots back, zipping Farrell's bag shut. She hefts the dead alpha and hurls it into the vehicle's rear.
"More issues than usual?" I grab the cleaning supplies from the back seat.
"You're the one acting strange today," Farrell says, snatching the rubbing alcohol from my hands.
"Why's that?" Levis and Linton chorus together, delighted the attention has shifted away from them.
