Muzo draped over the back of his seat. "Pops, everything is scary to you."
If I was in tiger form, I would've cuffed him over the head with my paw. I settled for a verbal warning. "Knock it off, Muzo. He has a point. Wolves aren't supposed to be in the air."
"Neither are tigers or jackals," Muzo pointed out, then yawned. "Are we gonna board or what? We've been here for an hour. I'm gonna go ask the people at the desk."
I sighed as he scampered off. Hanging out with him was like babysitting a hyperactive child sometimes.
"Don't worry, it's safe," I said to Poppy. "I'll sit right next to you, okay?"
He nodded, looking relieved. He'd bought a paperback novel from one of the airport shops to distract himself, but instead of reading it, he fiddled with the pages.
"I can't believe Muzo tricked us like that," Poppy said.
"I can," I mumbled. "The part I can't believe is that we both accepted the offer."
Poppy smiled slightly. "No one's ever picked me for anything. When they called me, I thought it was one of those scams you're always warning me about…"
I snorted. "I did, too. No opportunity could be this perfect. But I guess being rich has some benefits."
Poppy shuffled his feet. "Do you really think we’re going to meet dragons?"
"I would hope so," I said dryly. "Itiscalled the Dragonfate Games. Besides, I imagine only dragons would spend big money on something as stupid as this."
Behind me, somebody sniffed loudly. We turned around to see a young white-haired omega with crossed arms.
"Do you think talking badly about your benefactors is appropriate?" he asked, raising a penciled-on brow.
I didn't know who this guy was, or why he bothered sucking up to people who weren't even here, but I wasn't about to let some little punk come at me with that attitude.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said sarcastically. "I didn't know my conversation was an open forum."
The omega sneered. He had a fake, powdery smell that smothered his natural scent, so I couldn't tell what type of shifter he was.
"Sounds like something a first-out would say," he said with a haughty tone, as if he'd just let loose an epic burn.
Sensing Poppy's distress, I turned back around without giving the random omega another second of my time. He was the type of person who got upset from being ignored. I sensed him fuming behind me.
"Looks like they're ready to board," I said to Poppy. "Want to head over there together? I'll get your luggage."
Poppy nodded, eager to be away from the confrontation. I knew he was sensitive about that sort of thing. Grabbing the handles of both our suitcases, I dragged them towards the boarding area.
To nobody's surprise, Muzo was at the head of the line. He grinned and waved us over, earning him grumpy looks from the people between us. I shook my head. When we didn't join him, Muzo frowned, sighed, and dragged his luggage towards us.
"C'mon, I wanted to sit together," he whined.
"This isn't a field trip, you know," I reminded him. "Besides, it's a big plane. There's plenty of space for us to sit together. Not that I necessarily want to."
He let out asnrkof laughter and elbowed me playfully. "You know you love me."
"Some days it's debatable."
As the three of us waited in line, I heard a familiar haughty voice behind us say, "Oh, good. You're multiplying."
Not that white-haired omega again. I rolled my eyes and mouthed, "don't give him any attention," but it was already too late. In any situation, Muzo jumped in first and asked questions later.
"Who the hell are you?" Muzo said, raising a brow.
I cursed Muzo for asking. This was the opportunity that haughty asshole had been waiting for. I could practically feel the raw smugness oozing out of the omega's body.
