When I first saw Laurel, I kinda... maybe... got a crush.

Well, can you blame me? She’s possibly the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, with her long, red hair that shimmered in the fog. Her green/blue eyes reminded me of a peacock’s feathers, and when she looked at us, they were both gentle and determined. Hard to do.

On the run back, she could have talked to any other wolf, but she talked to me. Her honesty, and how funny it was, was the best ever. So when Artemis and I got the chance to explain everything to her, I hoped that we could do it in my den. Thankfully, Artemis had thought something similar.

When we all sat down in my den—or the boy cave, as Artemis calls it—I managed to think. Or else the conversation would be something like Artemis talking around the white noise of my stuttering. I seriously didn’t want that. So after we sat on the beanbags, we talked about everything that we knew.

Yeah Dad, let the teenagers who barely know any of the secrets you keep explain everything. Brilliant idea.

Admittedly, I was the Omega, until I was ten, but didn’t really enjoy it. So I was glad to change the topic.