I feel numb.
I got a plate of food from somewhere. I don’t remember getting it, but I’m picking at the dry cereal on the table in front of me.
I look over my shoulder absently looking for grandpa, but I only see more members of his pack-our pack?
Grandpa had reassured me that I would always have a home among this pack, he’d seen to that. For whatever that was worth.
I realize Alex has sat down next to me at some point. I almost ask him how long he’s been there, but I can’t form the words.
Some of the other people from school come and sit with us, but I barely hear what they’re saying. They’re all excitedly eating the breakfast that was prepared. I guess by the omegas? And bragging about what they got up to last night.
Only Sam looks unhappy. He’s antsy and keeps checking his watch an
