I still couldn't leave the pack house without it hurting both me and Reid, so I stopped trying. The walls didn't feel as tight anymore, and I had settled into a rhythm that surprised me.
Every morning I walked into the office Rhys had set up on the second floor, opened my laptop, and handled cases through Janine and video calls with Cassandra. It wasn't ideal, but it worked.
Dort showed up at my door at seven-thirty like clockwork, coffee in hand, earnest smile on her face, and that wide-eyed look omegas sometimes get when they haven't learned to filter themselves yet.
"Two creams, one sugar, right?" she asked, setting the mug on the desk. "You looked tired yesterday, so I made it a little stronger."
"Thanks, Dort. You don't have to do this every day."
"I know. I want to." She lingered, shifting her weight. "Can I ask you something? How do you stay so calm when you have to talk to humans on the phone about money and contracts and stuff? Doesn't it make you want to growl?"
