NARRATIVE POV
“Get up!” Tyson roared as he entered his twin brother's dark, musky bedroom. It has been over a week since Miles was released from the hospital and allowed to recover at home with the family. It has also been a week since Miles left the room for longer than an hour here and there. His food has now been delivered to his door, as the Omegas have been ordered to do so. It was building tension within the pack house, and Tyson had had enough.
“Get out!” Miles countered.
“I am not kidding this time, Miles. Get up! You are leaving this room now. It is unhealthy for you to be locked away and obsessing over these files.” Tyson spoke with authority. He may be the pack's Alpha, but Miles was just as strong. As twins, they were both Alphas in their own right, and it was only because T
