Chapter 358

Gideon’s POV

I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.

I was almost a forty year old man. I was the Alpha of a strong and well-respected pack. I’d had more fights won under my belt than I could count.

And I was sneaking into Evergreen pack in a fucking disguise like this was I was the main character in some kind of teen drama movie. This was probably my lowest point yet, which was saying something, because I’d had a lot of low points over the past ten years.

“Alpha, are you sure about this?” Tegan, sitting beside me in the driver’s seat, shot me an almost amused look as I adjusted my disguise in the rearview mirror. He knew better than to laugh at my expense right now, but I could tell he was struggling to hold it back. He had been ever since I told him to stop at the

dollar store and I came out with a bag of costume supplies in my hand.

I pulled my baseball hat low over my head, then adjusted my sunglasses and looked at him. “I’m sure.

Now shut up and give me the mustache.”

“Alpha, this is insane-”

“Just give me the fucking mustache, Tegan.”

My Beta reached into his pocket and pulled out the small package we’d picked up from the dollar store on the way here. His hand was shaking from how hard he was holding back laughter. I snatched it and opened it, revealing the cheap, fake mustache.

“Go ahead. Laugh all you want.” I looked in the mirror, ignoring my Beta, as I pressed the fake mustache on my upper lip. “But it’ll get the job done, I can assure you of that.”

Tegan turned away, pressing his palm to his mouth and pretending to look out the window as his shoulders shook. I rolled my eyes and took one last look at myself, ensuring everything was in place.

Up close, I had to admit that I looked pretty ridiculous. I had never worn a fake mustache in my life, not even for a costume, and I couldn’t blame Tegan for laughing. But from further away, it would do. I didn’t intend for anyone to see me up close.

Evergreen’s annual harvest festival was well known around the packs. Sebastian was all high and mighty about their crop yields, so he always made a big show of hosting the festival each year ever since he became Alpha.

I never went: It was a pack-only affair, anyway. But it also meant that the entire Evergreen pack would be out, crowding through the fields. It would be chaotic, which was precisely the perfect environment to sneak in, gather some information, and sneak out without getting caught.

Therefore, as long as I could pass as someone other than myself, this silly disguise would do. I wouldn’t stay for long; just enough to find that kid again and get a better look at him.

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“Wait at the rendezvous point,” I said, opening the passenger side door. “And be ready to drive.”

“Y-Yes, Alpha,” Tegan choked out. The moment I shut the door behind me, I could hear him guffawing so loud that it nearly shook the car. I rolled my eyes and walked away.

I found the same spot I’d snuck in the last time, when I first found out Avery was alive. With the festival going on, security was a bit lax around the border. Sticking to the treeline, I hopped the fence and walked toward the sound of music and voices.

It didn’t take long to find the festival. The pack grounds were teeming with people, young and old alike. Kids were running all over the place, which meant that looking for that kid I’d seen a few days ago would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Carnival workers were stumbling around on stilts and making balloon animals. The air smelled like food that, admittedly, made my mouth water.

I kept my head down and slipped into the crowd. No one seemed to notice me, which was good. I carefully searched for the familiar kid while I kept my senses constantly on high alert, ready to run in case I was spotted.

Eventually, I spotted a group of boys playing kickball in an empty area. I recognized him right away; the boy from the other day. He kicked the ball in a high arc, sending it into the outfield, and raced around the bases without getting touched by his opponents.

When he slid onto home base, the kids on his team jumped up and down and cheered, and he puffed his chest out, soaking up the praise like a sponge.

Pride surged in my chest at the sight of the boy. If that was my son, then he was a strong kid already. But along with that pride came a feeling of bitterness, because if he was mine, then that meant Avery had kept him from me for unknown reasons for ten fucking years.

The kids broke for water. I took my chance and walked up to the boy as he chugged from a nearby fountain. He stopped when my shadow fell across him, and looked up at me with sharp eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Are you wearing a fake mustache?” he asked.

“Nope.” I forced a smile. “What’s your name?”

“Bjorn,” He looked me up and down. “You’re kinda familiar, you know.”

“Am I?”

He nodded. “I’m new here, though, so I’m not sure where I know you from.”

“Oh. Where are you from?” I asked.

The boy sighed. “The human lands. My mom brought me here ‘cuz I was having a hard time in the human schools. I got expelled for beating up a kid. But he deserved it.”

“I’m… Sorry to hear that,” I said. I kept my voice even, although my heart was thudding wildly. A little werewolf boy from the human lands; that sounded awfully familiar.

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