Chapter 177

“My father is not the Alpha anymore! I am! Now back the fuck up and listen to me because this is how it’s going to go.” Colton snaps at him, making Deacon flinch with the intense crazy that came through with that response, and he wilts slightly. Colton was right. Deacon is a coward, and when he doesn’t have a dart gun and a facility keeping wolf gifts at bay, or thick Plexiglas prisons, he’s just a weak omega who is the lowest of our pack. “Juan is my Alpha. I don’t know what makes you think otherwise, and for all I know, you could be lying.” Deacon truly is an idiot of epic proportions, and, much to my surprise, Colton doesn’t punch him in the face but laughs instead. There is a deranged, yet somehow boyish, noise, and he raises his head and looks at the trucks behind Deacon’s head. “Do you hear that, Meds? I must be lying!” Colton’s eyes are on the vehicles, and I squint to see where he can see her. I can’t. I can smell the sub pack on the wind, blowing this way gently, but there’s n