When Ripley managed to calm down while he held Scarlet in his arms, he mind linked his father, still breathing her scent deeply. He wanted them to have dinner with her and her father so they could discuss a few things, but he also wanted Scarlet with him that little bit longer.
As it was, he didn’t want to let her go right now. She felt like home; like the pack house had never come close to feeling, despite it always being his home where he felt loved. He needed her and he didn’t know for how much longer he could keep his distance from her.
Finally, he took another deep breath of her scent and gently set her down on her feet, considering ways he could mould her to him without making her uncomfortable. “Thank you for helping me to calm down.” He answered quietly; he had heard Mia’s a
