Finlay
Sam and I escorted Amie back to our cabin. On the surface she looked relaxed, but I could see the tension in her jaw and the way she played with the hem of her t-shirt.
“How about you go up and call your mom, and I will bring you some ice tea,” I suggested.
“That sounds nice,” she admitted and walked upstairs.
“How is she doing?” my aunt asked as soon as I stepped into the kitchen.
“Being brave and keeping it together,” I said as I filled a glass with ice tea.
“Sometimes it’s okay to not be okay,” my aunt reminded me.
“I will make sure she knows it.”
“Good. And it’s okay for the Alpha to look after one of the pack for an evening if she needs it. We will manage for an evening,” she continued.
“Subtle,” I told her. She smiled, handed me a plate of cut up fruit and patted my a
