[i]Wolfe barely moved his head to even look to Alpha. This was likely the first time Alpha had ever seen him without his helmet. Jackson Wolfe was young, just twenty-two, clean-shaven and without scars. Unlike most soldiers, he wore his hair longer, covering his ears, as he had always done since he was young. It was a dirty blonde, wavy, and like Jackson, it looked to currently be a product of little sleep. His eyes were a greyish-blue, and unlike his expression, they conveyed a world of hurt.[/i]
"Not important."
[i]He said, gruffly.
He did not want to talk about it, and would avoid it at any chance he got.[/i]
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