You step out into the night and pull your jacket tight around your shoulders as the icy wind bites at your skin. A second gust brings with it a familiar, earthy scent.
"It smells like rain," the Alpha mutters.
"I hate the rain," Sergi says. "It's so wet."
"Yes," Minjo agrees solemnly. "Rain is wet."
The Alpha hides his laugh beneath a cough and leads his messy parade of werewolves down the road to where his van is parked. He unlocks the side door first. The moment it's open, the kids clamber in and start arguing over who gets what seat.
"This is my seat."
"No! That's not fair! You got the window seat when we came here!"
"It's my seat. That seat over there is your seat."
"JiAn," the Alpha says, his voice low. "You don't own seats. Let Izzie sit there."
"But Dad!"
"I'm the Alpha, and that's an order."
JiAn moves and Izzie gathers up her skirts before dramatically throwing herself into the seat with a smug look. Nik is already in his booster seat by the other window, tiny legs kicking. JiAn scowls as he wedges himself reluctantly in the middle. Minjo leans in to buckle his seatbelt and fondly flatten down some of his hair.
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