Scarlett's POV
My palms were clammy and my hands couldn't stop shaking. I didn't know if I was nervous or worried. But one thing was for sure, I was scared of rejection. Getting rejected by my mates pack.
It was early in the morning, the sun still hadn't come up. Jay decided to take us early to meet the pack, Rachael didn't really want to go but it's her pack, so she HAS to go.
I mentally laughed as Rachael slumped into her chair. She was wearing a nice white dress and her hair was in a tight bun. It was weird looking at her like this, all nicely dressed.
Tyler walked into the kitchen in some beige jeans and a checkered black and white shirt. He lazily walked to the fridge and grabbed some orange juice.
"Nervous, Scarlett" an all too familiar voice asked. He wrapped his arms around m
