Contd
Meluna Hounding.
"So we have to—" Roan is saying, bent over a desk scattered with maps and reports, explaining something to three other Delta omegas.
He spots me in the doorway. "Hey." A smile touches his lips.
I force a smile back, my eyes taking in the scene. Books and empty coffee mugs are everywhere. It’s a mess, but it’s the kind of mess that means he’s completely absorbed. My silly fantasy about the mating festival instantly feels childish and selfish.
"I didn't know you were back home." I say.
"Oh,yea. We came back and started working right away." He turns to Landon. "Go check if the girl… um, Rosa—has finished that list."
"Got it." Landon gives me a quick smile before he slips out.
I feel so stupid. Of course the festival is the last thing on his mind. With hybrids
