Chapter Thirteen
LAWRENCE
“Well, highest of fives to our baby of the pack,” Banks teases, holding out a hand for an actual high five. I roll my eyes at him as the rest of our pack ignores him and he ends up giving himself the five.
He sighs, “All I’m saying is that whatever you did to help her accept us in her head worked.”
“I think she just needed to know that we accepted her,” Saint offers. “Her parents have filled her head with their own fears at having two psycho kids.”
“I’m worried about her,” Henry says, scratching Bear’s ears.
“Can you feel something that we can’t?” Keaton asks seriously.
There’s an old wives tale of being able to feel your omega through your bond, and I’ve always wondered if it was true. The two of them had come down to breakfast acting like nothing was amiss and everything was normal. Saint inhaled so sharply when he saw the raw mark peeking out from underneath her sweater that he’d choked on his food. She’d causally gotten up after his dramatics was over and walked over to him, plopping herself down in his lap and promising that she’d saved a spot for his.
Never have I ever wanted to be able to offer someone that before. Not until her. But it’s okay because I know I’ve got a lot of other things to offer instead.
We'd agreed to let her go to classes alone today because it's daylight, she's got her car and her phone. Still, something is bothering me, and I can't seem to shake it. Banks said that he's got her a watch ordered that should be here soon that tracks where she goes, even without her phone. It just hasn't gotten here yet.
I stand to leave, "I'm going to campus."
"Let us know if you need us," Saint tells me.
Giving him a quick nod, I slip out of the house.