"Well holy shit," she says with a laugh.
"Is that a 'yes'?"
"It's a 'holy shit'," she tells you. "But, hell, why not? Here's the deal. If you can convince my Alpha to let me stay with your pack this moon, you've got me. I'm not defecting, mind you. But no one ever said I can't sleep over at a friend's den for a wee bit."
"Gideon Mercer!" Roe's striding towards you.
"That's my cue to fuck off," Shawnie whispers. "Let me know how it goes."
With that Shawnie hurries away, carrying her duffel bag full of God-only-knows-what into the den.
"I need to talk to you," Roe says.
It occurs to you how different they look from the night you first met them. Roe's hair is bound back in a stern tail, their body hidden beneath sturdy riding leathers, and their features set in hard lines. They look ready for war. But, the small treacherous voice inside you whispers, if that were true, they wouldn't be leaving.
When Roe speaks, their voice is soft. "There is something you should know, before we leave."
"What?"
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