Me.
For now.
I glance over at Ivy, who's resumed building her nest. She's dragged every blanket I own onto the bed, along with most of my shirts. Arranging everything in patterns only she understands. Her movements are careful and instinctive. Omega nesting behavior.
Beautiful to watch.
My phone buzzes again.
THANE
Update?
Please, Wraith?
I sigh and type a one-handed message, watching Ivy from the corner of my eye.
WRAITH
fine
WHISKEY
HE SPEAKS! It's a miracle!
Or types. Whatever. I wasn't referring to you being mute, bro. Sorry. You just never really use the pack chat. This is a big day man!
PLAGUE
stfu Whiskey
I just checked and Valek is making himself comfortable in his room. Door closed.
THANE
Does Ivy need anything?
I look up from the phone. Ivy has stopped her nest-building to watch me. "Pack chat?" she asks knowingly.
I nod, showing her the screen. She reads the messages, smiles slightly at Whiskey's antics.
Her presence beside me feels right.
Warm.
Safe.
"They're worried," she says, sighing and reaching for her own phone. Her delicate fingers tap quickly across the screen.
IVY
I'm good. Thanks for checking.
The responses come instantly.
WHISKEY
THE QUEEN HAS SPOKEN
