Mack sighs. “Come on, Prescott. You don’t have to let her go completely, but we need to leave the nest so her friends can see her.”
“And someone can tell me what the fuck is going on.”
Because I seriously have no idea what’s going on.
Knight presses a kiss to my head. “We will, and hopefully, you can fill in some blanks.”
That seems unlikely, but only time will tell.
Prescott’s hold on me loosens, and I’m able to step away from him. His hand immediately finds mine, and he refuses to release his hold on me as I step into my bedroom.
Not only are Lark and Lexi here, but so are the rest of the widows and their packs. And the doctor.
My brows shoot up, and it hits me that whatever is going on, it’s something serious.
“Do you think we can do this downstairs? I’m not sure I want to have this conversation with everyone in my bedroom.” I glance around the room warily before a sharp pain in my back has me wincing. “After I go to the bathroom.”
Noise fills the room as multiple people start speaking at once, but Silva holds up her hand. “We’ll wait downstairs. Take all the time you need, Luna.”
I shoot her a grateful smile as everyone but the guys and Lark trail out.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in New York?”
She scoffs. “Yes, I am, but it turns out my friend needed me, so I dropped everything and flew back.”
“That friend being me?”
“Obviously.” She sighs, wrapping her arms around me. “Be quick, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” I watch as she exits the room, pulling the door shut behind her and leaving me alone with the guys.
Who are my scent matches.
“You’re not using scent blockers.” I attempt to cross my arms, but Prescott still refuses to relinquish his hold on my hand, so I end up resting my free hand on my cocked hip instead. “One of the rules was that you use scent blockers.”
“You’re welcome.” Ven sneers, towering over me.
My eyebrows shoot up. “And what, pray tell, do I have to thank you for?”
“Enough,” Mack’s rumbling voice cuts off whatever Ven is about to say. “This isn’t the time, Vengeance.”
I stare at them blankly before the sharp pain in my back hits once again, more painful this time.
“Pres, I need you to let go of my hand so I can go to the bathroom.”
“No.”
My head whips around to stare at him. “No?”
“Absolutely not. You’re welcome to pee, but I’ll be right there with you. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I blink at my beta, barely believing the words coming from his mouth. “Seriously?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“Maybe just give him this,” Knight says quietly. “Use the bathroom before you pee your pants, and we’ll explain what’s going on, okay?”
“Fine.” I shrug. “I’m really not into having people watch me pee, but if that’s your kink, then I’m willing to give it a try.”
