Page 405 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

IVY

Thaaaaane

WRAITH

That means camp's coming along, or finished. Wraith types like he gets charged per character, so a tent emoji and a thumbs-up is practically a novel from him. Although he's been slightly more talkative lately.

WHISKEY

How's our newest pack member? Tell her daddy loves her and he's sorry he squished her

VALEK

Shadow is fine.

She is still coming home tomorrow.

And I will not be telling her that.

THANE

She bites, by the way.

WHISKEY

That's our girl

Then Val sends a photo.

I open it and almost drop my phone into the gas pump.

He's shirtless, propped against the headboard of what is unmistakably Plague's bed. I recognize the dark gray sheets and the stack of books on the nightstand and the obsessively organized pillows. His platinum hair is wet enough to stick to his face, and he's looking at the camera with that lazy, half-lidded expression that makes him look like he's deciding whether to kiss you or kill you.

And Plague is dead asleep on his chest.

Face-down, one arm slung across Val's ribs, his dark hair messy and wet. His mouth is slightly open. He doesn't just look relaxed.

The pack's most uptight alpha is fucking melted.

VALEK

Since you shared yours.

Ivy is staring at the same picture. "Wow. They're pretty together," she says, blinking. "Is Plague drooling?"

I zoom in. "Holy shit, he is."

"Save that. We're going to need that later."

"Already saved, baby."

I type back before I can overthink it.

WHISKEY

Bro if you show him this picture he will literally murder you in your sleep and I will not stop him

But also