It's early. Very early. A digital clock on the wall reads 4:01 AM. The den, normally busy with packmates, is deserted. The only sound is the dull hum of the mini-fridge in the corner. Despite that, the mix of scents swirling around you is warm and familiar. Wolf. Family. Friends.
Strong. Sane. Safe.
Home.
Tea?
You frown and inhale again.
It's definitely tea you're smelling. Herbal. The kind Minjo, the Alpha's very human mate, makes. But she shouldn't be here. Not this early.
You move towards the back room. There is a kitchenette in there with a kettle. If someone is fixing an early morning drink, that is where they'll be.
Sure enough, when you push through the door, Minjo is leaning against the counter pouring exactly six cups of tea.
She smiles as you enter.
She is not alone.
The Alpha is sitting at the table. He's watching you.
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