After Selene retreated from the den chamber, he turned to me, his tone intimate and casual. "You still know me best. The new Omega's summaries are way too cluttered."
He was clearly waiting for me to do what I'd always done—take the documents and reorganize them myself.
But I just smiled faintly. "Give the new pack member some time. She'll adjust."
He froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected that response. A flicker of discomfort crossed his face before his expression smoothed back to normal.
Just then, his message-sigil flared with light.
I caught a glimpse of it without meaning to—an invitation to a mating celebration from his closest ally, with a note specifically requesting he bring a companion.
"Want me to come with you?" My voice was soft, carrying a hint of something almost imperceptible.
His expression turned complicated in an instant.
He reached out and pulled me into his arms, his voice gentle and indulgent. "That kind of gathering isn't really your scene. Just a bunch of high-born pups showing off their bloodlines. I'd hate to put you through that."
I gently pulled away from the embrace, keeping my tone even. "Actually, I have plans tonight too. I need to go out."