He knew, the whole time, that he was packmates with Ryland and Rowan, and he didn’t tell me?—
“Elaborate,” I snap, stopping my internal destructive train of thought.
Travis frowns, looking unsure. “Blair, I’m sorry?—”
“Too late for that. Tell me what’s wrong with the kittens.”
My head reels from Travis’s admission.
Does that mean that we’re scent matches, too? Has it just not happened yet?
Cats first, drama later.
“Their tails are weird,” he says, sighing and rubbing at his forehead.
“Their tails are weird,” I repeat.
“Yeah. They’re vibrating.”
I blink.
“Vibrating. Like they’re seizing up?”
Despite my anger, the seed of worry for the kittens grows.
“No, I don’t think so,” he says. “Rowan said it was more like a rattlesnake.”
Rowan.
I still can’t believe that awkward text that Piper sent me once she found out who Rowan was.
I still can’t believe that’s how I found out my scent match has a brother.
I haven’t spoken to Ryland since we first met, and the longer I think about him, the bigger the pit in my stomach grows.
I wonder if Rowan smells just like his brother, all moss and rain…
I wonder if he’s my match as well.
My inner Omega howls with longing.
Kittens first. Drama later.
“I can’t know unless I see them,” I sigh. “Cats do all sorts of weird things; there could be a million explanations for what is happening to them.”
Travis’s throat bobs. “Should we take them to an emergency vet, or…”
I already know what my decision is before I voice it.
My night has already gone to shit.
Why not make it worse?
“An emergency vet at two in the morning will charge you thousands of dollars to run tests that may show nothing. I can come by and take a look at them first. If they’re purring and acting normal besides that, theyshouldbe fine.”
“Rowan said they were purring, but he’s still worried,” Travis admits. “The three of us are. I can take them to the emergency vet. You don’t have to come over. I was just trying to get your advice on what to do.”
I close my eyes and exhale slowly.
