"That's a loaded question with no target, Apollo," Lucas told her, standing to walk over to her desk.
"What do you mean?" Amelia asked, not looking away from the water stain on the ceiling tile she had chosen to study.
"What is who doing? The pack? You and me? All of us? You gotta help me out here," he answered, his voice sounding a little lighter.
"I don't know. All of it. I didn't really imagine having to play war games this early on. It's been just over a week. Already, I'm deploying generals and spies and putting people's lives on the line. And that should be enough to keep me distracted all of the time, but instead, I'm constantly thinking about my three boyfriends!" Amelia threw her hands up in the air, perplexed and fed up.
Lucas sat on the edge of her desk.
"You know, it doesn
