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Mari nods, gaze fixed on her empty coffee mug. “So then he didn’t leave us.”
“No, he did. He just did it for a much better reason than either of us knew about.” I take another sip of spiked coffee and let the warmth of the alcohol spread through me.
“I probably wouldn’t have done it any differently,” Mari says.
That gets my attention. “Really? You wouldn’t have prepared your only daughters for a life without you? You wouldn’t have told them what was truly going on? You would have let them think the worst of you for their whole lives?”
Mari lifts her gaze, finding mine. “You were the only one who thought the worst of him. I always hoped there was a good reason for his actions. You never wanted to hear it, though.”
It’s true. And it stings. I always assumed he’d committed the worst offense. But in reality, he’d sacrificed himself. For us.
For our pack.
My eyes burn, and Rook stands, taking both my cup and Mari’s. “Seems like you ladies need a refill.”
Hours later and we’ve done a good job pacing ourselves.
And by pacing ourselves, I mean, we’re all shitfaced…
But no one’s puking or passed out, so I’d say we’re doing pretty good.
I’m slouched way down in the sofa's corner. The only thing keeping my head upright are the pillows behind me. Mari is sprawled out on the chaise side of the sectional, and Rook is lying on the other side, his head in my lap.
“Wait a minute. Whozin the healer cottage? What if there’s a wolf who needzhealin’?” I ask, finger pointing at my sister.
“I left Vala in charge,” Mari says without a touch of slurred speech.
“Vala? What does she know about healin’?”
I raise my upper half enough to see Mari shrug before flopping back into the corner. “Just what I taught her. She’ll be fine. Nothing’s gonna happen. Nothing ever happens except on Wild Hunt nights.”
Rook lets out a hiccup. “What’s a Wild Hunt?”
“Thatzwhen the whole pack hunts together. Someone usually gets hurt in the fray.”
“Hey!” Mari shoots up, sitting upright. “You’re a witch, right?”
“Well, I like to call myself a mage. Seems more manly, I think. But, yeah. I’m a witch.”
“And Willa’s an omega wolf.”
“Right,” Rook nods. “I’m drunk, but I’m following so far.”
“Well, that’s not gonna work out.”
“Whayoumean?” I give her a stink eye.
“Well, an omega wolf needs an alpha’s knot. You’re never gonna satisfy her. She got lucky with Jonah because he’s a sigma and can grow a knot if he wants, but you’re just a witch.”
“Mari!”
Rook’s head falls back against my lap, and he lets out a long, sloppy giggle. “I’ve got it covered.”
“What does that mean?” Mari asks.
Oh my god, kill me now.
“It means mages have knots too,” Rook says around a chuckle. “Wanna see?”
