“That’s a lot to tell me at two in the morning, Travis,” she mumbles, kicking a pebble and watching it roll. “A lot.”
“It is.”
We stand in silence for a few moments until a car honks at us and headlights flash. Rylee waves at us, her mouth wide in a toothy grin as she peels out of the parking lot.
“What the actual fuck,” Blair sighs. When she looks at me again, her eyes are teary. “What thefuck, Travis.”
“Exactly. What the fuck,” I agree.
She scoffs and waves her hands in exasperation. “Why tell me now? Why…” her voice trails off, then she looks at me accusingly. “Wait, you’ve had Ash this whole time?”
My lip twitches. “Yeah.”
“And you haven’t told me? Thiswhole time?” She wipes quickly at a tear that falls down her cheek.
“I wasn’t sure how to tell you,” I mumble, embarrassed. “I’m still not sure if I should have.”
I sound like a fucking idiot.
“Okay? Wait. That means you’re fostering kittens too, right?” she asks, her voice shaky.
I nod. “And that’s why I told you about this, now.”
She looks at me expectantly, her eyes glassy. “What’s going on?”
“We think something might be wrong with the kittens.”
9
BLAIR
There’sa lot I can handle.
Alot.
I can handle losing my pack. I can handle taking care of my best friend when she’s in the darkest moments of her life.
I can run the most successful cat rescue in the country and do a damn good job of it.
But this?
Being ambushed at two in the morning by the Alpha I thought I could trust, on the anniversary of the car crash that killed my pack?
This is a step too far.
Actually, more like ten fucking steps too far.
I want to scream at him, but instead I reply calmly, “what’s going on with the kittens?”
“Ryland and Rowan called me, and they said they’re acting strangely.”
At the mention of their names, my heart skips a beat.
Travis is packmates with my scent match and his brother, who is likely also my scent match.
They have cats together.
And he kept this from me.
