Ryder's POV
I was elbow-deep in industrial bleach bottles when my phone buzzed.
I picked it up. It was Joshua.
I wiped my hands and answered the call "Josh."
"Ryder. Greg's demanding you come home. The pack needs an heir." Josh's voice was tense, robotic. Like he'd rehearsed it in front of a mirror.
"Well, Good morning to you too, Buddy" i said with sarcasm. I leaned against the shelf stacked with ketchup jugs.
"Ryder..." His voice told me he wasn't in a mood for my sarcasm.
"Fine. Tell Greg I'm keeping in touch with Mom and you. That's all I owe Ravenwood."
"They need a leader—"
"And they've got one." I cut him off, calm "You."
The siilence that followed my declaration was palpable. Then a disbelieving scoff followed.
"Me? I'm a beta wolf with half a memory, Ryder. Not exactly an Alpha material"
"Yet you are. You know why?"
"Yes, please tell me the reason for your insanity?"
