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Alpha?” I countered.
    “Of course but our part of our job is to protect them, make them feel safe,” he argued.
    “Yeah, because if a pack of rabid wolves or shifters comes charging into town four of us will make the difference,” I scoffed. “Well, okay, Dewey could freeze them all, but then Azyle, Percy, and I would just fight the good fight and get dead most likely. Besides, when was the last time anyone invaded another pack and took it over?”
    “1835, I looked it up once,” Carter mumbled as he held up the empty pitchers. “We’re out of booze.”
    “Why did you look it up?” I asked as I stood to get the tray from him.
    “Because I wondered what you did. I have a pack of fifteen. They just hit the required number of people to have an inner circle and they didn’t want us there. So when I said something about us needing to be there to protect them, one of them threw that fact in my face,” he explained. “I looked it up. We don’t really run our pack like ones I’ve been in. Hell, I won’t mediate squabbles. We’re just there if the shit hits the fan and to help just like we were normal pack.”
    “That sounds nice to me,” I muttered as I headed towards the stairs. “I hate tithing them and picking who wins bitchfests like fucking Judge Judy. I never thought that’s what being an Alpha meant. I hate it. I miss having a job and feeling productive. I miss making swords.” I glanced around and realized I was down on the lower upper level and all the Omegas were staring at me.
    “Tag, are you okay?” Dewey whispered as he stood up. I shook my head as my eyes burned. Wow. Apparently three strong mojitos and listening to the disaster everyone’s lives were becoming up there and I was ready to start bawling. I walked over to the bar and set down the tray.
    “We were out of booze. Those were really good, Sampson.”
    “I’ll make some more,” he said nervously and glanced upstairs. Yeah, I saw the looks he’d been giving Slate, and the man would have to be nuts not to want the little hottie who looked at him like a god.
    “What’s wrong, Tag?” Dewey moved in front of me and ran his hands up my chest.
    “If I wanted to run or stay at this island, would you run with me?” I asked as I covered my hands with his, ignoring the gasps behind him. “I don’t want to end up like some of the inner circles upstairs, all the drama, and constant fear tearing them apart. I don’t want to be Judge Judy anymore and tell some wolf to stay away from another’s daughter because the dad doesn’t like the guy’s family and there could be trouble. Why should I get to decide that? I don’t want to.”
    “Would Azyle and Percy run with us?” he hedged, staring up into my eyes. “And what about the kids? I couldn’t leave them and have them end up in the same system I was. Would you want that for them? If we ran, we couldn’t keep control over who they ended up with and whether they stayed safe.”
    I nodded, thinking about that. He was right. I couldn’t leave all those Omegas who lived with us. Brody was mated now but that left over a dozen.
    “We take them with. I wouldn’t want to leave without Azyle and Percy. We love them. And I love the kids too. We could take them with and figure out how to find them three strong men to keep them grounded later. Who knows, maybe more Beta and Alpha potentials would want to run with us so they don’t have to be trapped like we are.”
    “How do you feel trapped?” Edric asked carefully. “I thought every wolf growing up wants to be an Alpha?”
    I couldn’t help it. I threw back my head and laughed. “Not the ones who aren’t power hungry. I never wanted to lead or be an Alpha. It was the only way to be with Dewey and when I was going through all the tests, it felt right. I was good at it, strong, and a leader, but it’s not like I ever thought it would be either. I bet at least one of each of your inner circles wishes they didn’t have to be in