The dining room is empty when we finally find it. In fact, the pack house is incredibly quiet.
“Are we that early or is the pack avoiding us?” Nathan asks.
“I think the second one,” I smirk. “Let’s make this a teaching moment.”
We walk into the kitchen. It is completely deserted except for one Omega who is busy locking up the walk-in fridge. The minute she notices us, she runs, but I catch her by the arm before she reaches the door.
“Why in such a hurry?” I growl, swinging her to face me. My heart sinks, right in front of me is a child. A very scared child. “How old are you?” I ask gently.
“Th … thirteen,” she stumbles.
“What’s your name? Why are you not in school?” I ask softly as I pull her down in a chair next to me at the kitchen counter. She just looks down at her hands, wringin
