MATING CHILDHOOD

Jayson's P.O.V

  I whine as I strip and look for clean clothes.

"We may be twins but that does not make me your keeper." She replies and I growl at her.

It doesn't take me long to dress and Alison does my hair despite her complaints. Once we were done, we rushed outside to meet dad who was waiting with a smile.

He opened his arms, squatting down and we both crashed into them giggling. He squeezed us in one of his bear hugs and stood, keeping us easily on his hips.

Dad was a warrior, one of the best warriors in the entire pack. He was tall and strong, I think he was bigger than the Alpha but he said not to say that outloud.

His wolf was big and dark brown which was awesome, because that meant he was really, really strong. Usually, the darker the pelt, the stronger the wolf and their ranking. Unless they had white fur, that meant they were super strong.