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I close my eyes to avoid any droplets. Thankfully, my whiskers deflect them.

“Keep moving,” I whisper, when I open my eyes and bump into him.

He hisses softly before he does what I tell him.

None of us particularly enjoy it when the others tell us what to do because we are all Alphas, and we all believe we know what is best.

Scar is the exception to this, because he’s the reason we are alive, and the reason we are together.

We follow him because of this. He is our leader because of this.

If he hadn’t rescued Scratch and raised him, then Scratch never would have found me in time to keep me from certain death. Babies have no hunting skills of their own. They can’t take care of themselves. I know I would have died if they hadn’t helped me, and I know that’s because of Scar.

I still find it hard to believe that he took me in, even knowing I wasn’t exactly like them.

I am not a wolf. I do not have the instincts they do. I didn’t instantly feel as if they were my family.

That took time. I’m not sure I view the pack the same way Scratch does, but I would kill for them, and I would die for them, and I’m pretty sure that makes us close, even if my wolf brothers’ serious natures get on my nerves a bit from time to time.

Snake is much easier to put up with.

He is not so serious.

I resist the urge to call out and ask if we are there yet.

It would not be appropriate, and I would be sent back to The Abyss like an unruly child being punished because he could not be quiet.

Scar will stop and tell us when to split off and go in the other direction to be ready for any nasty surprises this likely devious Alpha may decide to spring on him. Until then, we are to follow quietly.

I decide to practice the hand movements Scar figured out and taught us before we left.

Yes. No. Good Evening. You are Beautiful.

I requested the last phrase, and I would not shut up about it until he found the hand movements to express those words. Scratch thought we should learn the words forPleaseandThank Youinstead.

Our table manners are not going to be an immediate issue, so I pushed for the compliment.

Scratch eventually gave up and caved in, which he should have done in the first place.

Please? Why would that be one of the first things we’d need to know?

I would much rather be told I am pretty, than be thanked for anything.

I am certain I have mastered the gestures, but I will not know for sure until I can show her.

Sighing softly, I plod along behind my brothers, hopeful that I will get the chance to see Lita once we have dealt with the Alpha. My cock goes hard just thinking about the pale-skinned beauty with the gentle touches. I know our mating might not happen straight away, but I have been beyond ready to meet my mate for months, and now that I have, I am eager to spend time with her.

I do not care what we do together.

All I want is to be near her.

Well, okay, maybe I am keen to claim her, too, but that will be on her terms.

Everything can be how she likes.

I may enjoy bouts of laziness and being catered to, but I will also enjoy catering to her in the same ways.

It will make me happy to give her many kinds of pleasure.

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