Page 59 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

"He will be." Thane's jaw tightens. "Eventually."

Fuck.

Whatever happened must've been bad if Thane's being this vague. One of the many names I've bestowed on our pack leader is Captain Overshare because he's always trying to make sure we're all on the same page, even it means talking about shit no one wants to hear.

I glance over at Plague, who's hovering nearby. His hair's still damp from the rain outside, and he's got that pinched look around his eyes that means he's stressed but trying to hide it.

"Can we..." I start, then stop. Clear my throat. "Can we go up and say hi? To Ivy?"

The words feel weird coming out. I don't like asking permission to see my own scent match. But I don't want to be an asshole about boundaries, and I don't know if whatever happened on the trip changed anything for the worse.

Even though every cell in my body is screaming at me to climb that fire escape right fucking now and make sure she's okay.

And check on Wraith. Because I'm worried about him too.

Thane nods, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "Yeah. She'd probably like that."

"Got it." I'm already moving toward the door that leads to the back of the house and the fire escape. "Thanks, man."

Plague follows without a word, which is typical Plague behavior. Silent as a fucking shadow until he decides to open his mouth and say something that makes you want to strangle him.

Or kiss him.

Fuck, I need to stop thinking about that.

The rain's coming down harder now, fat drops that soak through my shirt in about three seconds flat. The fire escape is slick as hell, and I have to grab the railing to keep from eating shit on the first step.

"Careful," Plague says from behind me, like I'm not already being careful.

"Thanks, Mom," I mutter, hauling myself up the ladder.

The metal rungs are freezing against my palms, and rain keeps getting in my eyes, making it hard to see where I'm going. By the time I reach the window to Wraith's loft, I'm soaked to the bone.

I tap on the glass. The curtain shifts, and then Ivy's face appears on the other side of the window. Those gorgeous eyes light up when she sees me and I can't help but grin back at her.

She's okay.

She's safe.

She's here.

She slides the window open. "Holy shit, it's really coming down, huh?" she asks, stepping back to give me space. Even through the window, I catch the scent of post-fucking alpha and omega pheromones.

Oh yeah. They were busy last night.

"Yep. Pouring cats and dogs out here," I reply, glancing warily at Wraith looming in the shadows behind Ivy, his blue eyes visible even in the darkness, like a wolf's eyes just beyond the light of a campfire.

Hope feral bro's just aura farming and not planning on kicking my fucking ass the moment I set foot in his territory.

"Ladies first?" I say to Plague, gesturing to the window with a flourish. My grin says, If Wraith Hulk-smashes you through the floor and into Valek's room, I'll back you up.

Plague looks at me like he's going to skin me alive and mutters something bitchy under his breath, but he slips in with his usual catlike grace, barely making a sound.

I haul my bulk through the window with a grunt and tumble forward into the loft. My already aching shoulder slams into the floor hard enough to make my teeth rattle.

Worth it.

"Hi," Ivy says, grinning down at me where I'm sprawled on the floor like roadkill. "Nice entrance."