Blacktail Deer Plateau The air between us

Perry's moody 'cause of Junior, so he's being a butt.

Dante's uncertainty didn't bode well with him, though Peregrine trusted he would give it his best effort. Maybe the sterling Gamma didn't see his own potential, whereas the Alphas and Beta did. Well, he would realize it soon too.

The remark about Atticus rubbed the Alpha male the wrong way, not unlike the comment about Lasher. It was only then that the swarthy male realized he was in a terrible mood. He paused, wondering why he was abruptly so irritable. It probably had a lot to do with his daughter's recent absconding.

"Look, Dante," Peregrine began, injecting patience into his voice, "I don't want anyone else in the position. I want you. Right now, you are the most eligible candidate. And I'm not gonna do you like that—just punt you to the curb—unless you end up sucking ass or something. Okay? Welcome to the team, Mr. Beta," he finished, pausing to lift a foreleg and clap Dante's silver shoulder.