GAR
Fuck. Gar was already sick of feeling uncomfortable in a room. But when his mother closed the door, his father just stood there and stared for a long minute, and suddenly Gar felt like he was twelve years old and about to receive the "beauties and dangers of self-pleasure" talk again.
He was an adult, he reminded himself. And now he had a mate. Even if she wasn't committed yet. He was Alpha of the disformed, and about to become his sister's war chief. Just because his father stared at him out from under heavy brows didn't mean he was in trouble. He couldn't be in trouble. He was an adult!
The mental loop seemed like a dangerous cycle, so he rolled his shoulders and started for the kitchen. "Do you care if I get a drink?" he said just to give himself something to do.
"Of course not," his father said, rubbing his face where he needed to shave.
