When you're finished he nods. "I was hoping for more... but not expecting it." He turns to face the pack. "Okay everyone, let's move out. Be back at the den in fifteen minutes."
You're back in less than ten.
You wish you'd taken longer. Every minute you sit there waiting for the pack to reassemble is a minute thinking about what happened... what you could have said or done better... all the ways you may have messed up.
Eventually, the Alpha pulls you away into a backroom. You recount your meeting with Blackwell again, play him the admittedly shitty recording on your phone, and flinch as you hear your own voice, muffled but there, arguing with the vampire.
The Alpha doesn't say anything, which somehow makes you feel worse.
When you're finally dismissed, you go straight to the bathroom. It's empty. Thank God. You turn on the cold water and stick your head under the tap. It doesn't help. You still smell gross. Like death... and cheesecake.
"Fuck..."
"Hey. Are you okay?"
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