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“What’s going on?” Ben asked.

“Change in plans,” I told him.

He scowled. “We really need to hit the road. We should have left hours ago.”

“It’s okay. We’re flying instead,” I said.

“We are?” Will asked.

I nodded.

“Cool!” Troy approved.

“We’ve never been in a plane before,” Will admitted.

I wasn’t surprised to hear it. Most of our wolves never left Collier except to maybe drive into the surrounding towns when they needed something Collier couldn’t provide.

“Are you sure about this?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Thomas arranged it. We’re using the Pack plane.”

When we arrived at the airfield, the boys nearly tripped over each other racing up the stairs to check the plane out. It wasn’t big but it was functional. The inside featured plush seating for twelve. It also had a galley and two bathrooms. There was more than enough room for the four of us.

The pilot came out to greet us and apologized that he hadn’t been able to line up a stewardess for the day on such short notice.

“It’s fine,” I assured him. “I know my way around the galley if we need anything, and besides, it’s what, about a forty-minute flight?”

“Yes, ma’am. We’ll be there before you know it.”

“Cool!” the twins said in unison.

The captain took them up front and showed them the cockpit while he ran his pre-flight checks.

Ben and I took the seats at the back and buckled up. When they boys joined us, they chose the front row, as far away from us as possible.

Ben held my hand on takeoff and then relaxed once in the air.

“Not a fan of flying?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I’m used to it but doesn’t mean I have to like it. It’s fine once we’re actually in the air.”

“Gage hates to fly and he and Clara travel everywhere for work. Whenever they have the time, he makes her rent a car, even if it means a few days on the road to get home. He’s always saying that no shifter should ever be stuck in a tin can in the sky like that.”

We both laughed.

“That’s about how I feel, only with less options.”

The flight was uneventful, as was the car ride to the hospital. I was quite nervous, unsure of how Marnie would take the news of me mating her son.

“Are you okay?” Ben asked me as we were walking in. He shooed the boys ahead of us and they quickly found their parents’ room.

“I’m fine, just nervous.”

“What on Earth do you have to be nervous about?”

I cut my eyes at him. “Really?”

“Sport, it’s going to be fine,” he tried to assure me.

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