He’s still painfully shy, and it’s obvious this trip, along with the scent match and pack forming, is out of his comfort zone, but he’s doing it forme.
I adore him and all his little quirks. I wish he would drop more random information on us—but I cherish each time he adds an interesting fact to our chatter.
By the time we reach Blair’s packhouse, the sun has set, and golden light shines down on us.
Travis, Blair’s pack leader, is the one to answer the door, and I grin widely when I see him.
“Travis!” I exclaim. He’s not a hugger, so I leave my hands at my sides.
I adore him. He is incredibly kind to Blair, and despite his scary demeanor, is actually very sweet. His secret habit of sewing swaddling blankets for kittens is what won Blair over, and the rescue is full of unique bedding because of him.
When I found out, I cried, and he didn’t know what to do with himself.
But now, he nods and almost smiles when he sees me, so it’s progress.
“Hey, kiddo,” he says, looking past me to eye Logan, who has the carrier in his hand.
“Not a kid,” I remind him. “Also, I brought kittens and my pack.”
His dark eyes widen just a fraction and flick back to me. “Your pack,” he repeats. He runs a hand through his cropped dark blonde hair in a stressed gesture.
“Hey, I’m Fang,” my Alpha says, standing next to me and extending a tattooed arm. “Nice to meet you.”
Travis takes his hand and shakes it. “Travis.”
Logan waves the hand that isn’t carrying the kittens awkwardly. “Logan. I’ve got Agnes here.”
“Agnes,” Travis repeats slowly.
“What, is this your first day as a human?” I ask. “Let us in!”
Huffing, Travis steps aside and swings the door open. Ivan is the last one in and claps him on the shoulder. “Nice to see you again,” he says, and Travis mutters a reply.
Blair’s pack shows up occasionally at the rescue to help us. Rowan and Ryland set up traps, feed feral colonies, and do the occasional food deliveries throughout town. Piper’s pack does much of the same, except Poe, her pack leader, uses his lawyer powers to fight for animal rights.
I see my friend’s packs all the time, and I vibrate with giddiness now thatmypack is being introduced to the people I care about.
For the longest time, my life was me and Avery against the world. Slowly, I’ve gained good friends through Piper, Blair, and even Mari.
I want to continue to expand my family.
I never want to go back to that time where it was just my brother and me, fighting for scraps of our parent’s affection.
So, I need this all to work out.
Blair and I enter the front room at the same time, and she pulls me into a long hug.
“You stink,” she murmurs affectionately, and I huff.
“I’ve been snowed in with a bunch of Alphas. What do you expect?”
“You to take your scent blockers like you’re supposed to.”
It would be easy to start an argument with her. Both Blair and Piper abused their suppressantsandscent blockers when they found their scent matches.
I, being the responsible Omega I am, havenotdone that, and have welcomed my scent matches with open arms.
And legs.
