Lyra POV

Hayden raises an eyebrow and nods to Mitchell, sending daggers his way.

Mitchell rapidly shakes his head, pursing his lips and pointing aggressively at Hayden.

"You do it," he mouths, jutting his chin forward as he scowls.

I'm not doing it. You prick, Hayden declares through their mind-link, slyly flashing him the middle finger.

You are the Gamma; as your Beta, I'm ordering you to do it, Mitchell instantly replies, folding his arms smugly and waiting for Hayden to react to the response.

You aren't commanding me, so I'm not doing it. Ask York or Kathleen to do it; she won't kill either of them, Hayden complains, throwing...