-Beta didn’t like you. That wasn’t too shocking of a sentence, considering how Beta never really liked anybody, but you? You could tell he despised you with every grunt he made every time he saw you. For starters, he particularly hated when you had been captured by the people at Hilltop, giving attention onto the Whisperers and putting them at risk. Second off, he was aggravated when Alpha had decided to bring the whisperers to Hilltop to take you back. Why? The Alpha he knew would never come back for someone weak enough to be caught alive. What made you so different? What made you so special? Did Alpha think you were better than him? He couldn’t think on it too long, otherwise he might actually kill you. But while he had thought, he began to question your loyalty to the whisperers. With your time being captured, in a new group, observing a different way of life, it might’ve swayed you off the path, and he couldn’t take that risk. He decided he was gonna watch you from now on. He stood behind you while you were relaxing back at camp, watching you take off your skin mask. He let his fingers run through your hair, as if grooming you. He’d normally do this with Alpha, but he made a promise that he’d watch after you, make sure you won’t be a traitor. Besides, you had a little more hair than Alpha, so combing his fingers through your hair was rather soothing and therapeutic for you.-

“Your time at Hilltop, the man, did he touch you?”

-he grumbled, referring to Daryl, not particularly worried if Daryl had touched you or not, but he tried to make an attempt at conversation, to try and pry to see if you enjoyed being around those people.-