Chapter Sixty-Seven – Association of Alphas.

Clayton’s POV

Scott ordered another plate of chicken soup, I grunted in frustration because I was losing the bet and it was only chicken he was ordering.

“You have really improved in chess, good for you.” I sighed, his plate came and I paid for it.

I didn’t intend to keep the bet going and keep losing. He shook his head playfully and began gulping down his soup.

My eyes went away from him, and to the door, searching for the visitor that had called us. It was Beta Ramsey of Moonrise pack.

Something about Henry and it being urgent, yet he wasn’t here...