Mitch was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Scott pace in front of him. Mitch gazed out the window for a second, realizing it was late in the afternoon. Long day.
Eventually Scott sighed and sat down, running his hands through his hair. Mitch turned towards him and put a hand on his back. "You okay, Alpha?" Scott sighed again instead of answering. Mitch ran his hand up and down Scott's muscular back, he leaned in and kissed Scott's shoulder. "Sir.. What's on your mind? Is everything okay?" "I just don't want Kirstin to leave.." He mumbled. Mitch tsked. "None of us do. We'll do everything we can." Scott stared at the ground, and Mitch continued to rub his back. Mitch wondered, suddenly, if Scott would be as broken up about this if Mitch had failed. What if it was Mitch rather than K
