Page 120 of Pack Scratch Fever
She doesn’t know Piper like I do, though.
Maeve didn’t see the betrayal in Piper’s eyes when I last saw her.
Still, I know Maeve won’t leave it alone, and it’s better to just give my sister what she wants.
“Deal,” I mutter.
“Yay! Now go save the day, cat man.”
Savingthe dayapparently translates to walking through a pet store and spending an unreasonable amount of time in the cat aisles.
I fill the shopping cart with massive bags of cat food, high-quality cat litter, the flea medicine that Piper mentioned sheuses on the cats, and other pet first aid products that all rescues desperately need.
Piper won’t reject these items, but she might have turned away flowers or chocolates.
This is what matters to her.
I won’t even have to tell her they’re from me—my scent will slightly linger when I drop everything off.
The cashier’s eyes widen as she scans everything, but I couldn’t care less when she tells me the total.
I would have bought more flea medicine if there had been any left on the shelves.
When I finally arrive at the rescue, parking to the side of the building, my hands are clammy.
I’m half excited, half terrified to drop off my purchases.
Piper may not even be there, but on the off chance she is, maybe I can catch a quick glimpse of her without her knowing.
That’s borderline stalking territory, but my inner Alpha is desperate for just a whiff of her.
Anything to get me by until she’s ready to see me again.
Lugging bags in my hands, I frown when I see a figure in all black dragging a ridiculously tall, carpeted grey cat tree with him.
Apparently, Maddox and I had the same idea.
He stops in front of me at the corner of the building. “Dude. Don’t you have class?” he asks, setting the cat tree down. “What are you doing?”
“The same thing you are,” I quip.
He glances at the bags. “Damn, these cats are going to be fed forever. I spent like a thousand dollars on food, too.”
“Yes, they’ll be fed forever, but only if they have somewhere to go first. Without a rescue, it’s pointless.”
Maddox frowns. “Yeah. I had an idea; I was going to talk to you?—”
“Hey!” a voice whisper-yells. I turn to see Blair stalking toward us. She’s in a faded sweatshirt with her hair pulled into a bun and looks just as tired as I feel. “What the hell are you idiots doing here?”
I flinch at her words.
“We have donations,” Maddox says smoothly, as Blair scowls at the cat tree he places down. “I have cases of food in the car, too.”
“That’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen,” she grimaces, then looks down at my bags. “Flea medicine?”
I nod. “Why are we whispering?”
Is Piper here?
