Without a word. Ha. Wolves can’t talk.
“About fifteen minutes ago?” Finn whispers. “You collapsed after Withers, uh…” He raises his eyebrows and waggles his fingers in a flyaway motion. “They swarmed the house like ants. She said she knew we’d need cleanup and someone to run interference with the civilians.”
About twenty people move purposefully across the rampart, bagging Aleksander’s clothing and the knife, while others pack candles and iron shackles into a large box.
Jamie and Leo are speaking with another agent nearby, Jamie waving off a Were medic.
When Jamie catches his eye, Nix blows him a kiss, grinning when his cheeks flush red.
The agent glances over at them and smiles indulgently before saying something that makes Leo nudge his alpha and laugh.
Rowan-wolf returns, carrying his torn clothing in his mouth. He drops the bundle beside Finn and sits, placing a paw on the zippered pocket that crinkles under the weight.
Finn sighs but unzips the pocket. “I miss your opposable thumbs, Ro.”
“I like him like this,” Luca whispers, moving closer to Rowan so he can lean in and rub his face against the soft fur.
“I like him quiet like this, too,” Finn says, opening the snack packet. “Can I just give it to him, or is there something you need to do?”
Rowan-wolf rolls his eyes before shimmering light envelops his body, leaving him in his person-form again.
“Nah, I got it. Nix? Gray?” He offers them both the tiny bags of animal crackers.
Nix leans back into Grayson’s warm chest, letting him bear his weight.
“Thank you. But maybe you should…” He waves a hand at Rowan. “…well, you’re buck-naked.”
“Yeah, so?” Rowan shrugs a single broad shoulder.
With zero restraint, Luca slides a cold hand down between Rowan’s legs until he swats him away with a yelp.
Laughing quietly, Grayson slips a soft hand inside the back of Nix’s shirt, sliding it around to rest over their babies.
Nix hadn’t realized it was what he needed until it was happening, as touch and food do wonders for his fatigue and brain fog.
“You’ve got fans,” Luca laughs, pointing over Rowan’s shoulder at three agents who are frozen, staring at Nix’s very handsome mate’s very impressive dick.
He’s considering giving them a piece of his mind for their audacity in ogling what’s his, when Rowan wisely grabs Leo’s suit jacket from over the wall to cover his lap.
“I think they liked what they saw,” Finn laughs, flinching immediately afterward, pressing a hand to the back of his head.
“You would know,” Rowan retorts, waggling his eyebrows. “But seriously, how is your head?”
“I’ve not had any complaints so far.”
It feels good to laugh, because not one of them has complaints about Finn’s head game.
“Seriously, though. You’re okay? I felt our bond go out before, and I was worried,” Nix asks.
Jamie makes his way over, while Leo is stopped by Lauren with a hand on her son’s arm.
Nix doesn’t watch them, as mother and son seem tentative and unsure, and neither would appreciate the audience.
“You should have seen him,” their leader says, pride warming his tone.
Jamie runs a hand over Finn’s hair, careful of his injury, before sitting down beside Grayson and Nix on the cold stone.
“He tackled Withers, ready to end him like an avenging angel.”
