Page 17 of Pack Scratch Fever
It hurts, thinking of Snow’s sweet face and having to tell her goodbye.
Saying another abrupt goodbye to the Siamese kitten was torture, too, even though I know they’ll be in good hands.
But even worse, I miss Piper.
I don’t know the Omega. I barely spoke a few sentences to her, but I’m enraptured by that sweet lemon and mint scent.
I memorized her smile and the little expressions she made when she interacted with us.
How her eyes lit up when she saw the kitten we brought in, and the genuine smile she gave the creature.
Her heart isgood.I see it, and I want to learn more about her.
Maddox sees it too, but he was acting like his obsessed, weird, flirty self, and I doubt that helped the situation.
And Poe’s just helpless. He’s so emotionally closed off right now that he would freak out if we tried to mention Piper again.
There’s a possibility of a scent match, and she could be the one for us, but Poe undoubtedly wouldn’t listen to what I have to say.
It’s frustrating.
I huff as I scroll through Furs and Purrs’ website, grimacing at the photos they have of the cats available for adoption.
They’re not the most flattering pictures, and I wonder how quickly they could get the cats adopted out if they had better portraits.
The light to the kitchen clicks on, and I see Maddox opening the fridge out of the corner of my eye. “Hey,” he says. “Don’t you have class in the morning? It’s two thirty.”
“Not until Thursday,” I mutter absentmindedly, clicking through each photo.
These arebad.
“What are you doing?” He joins me on the couch, sitting on the opposite side. He turns on the television, then glances my way. “Are you looking at their website?”
“Yeah. It um…could be better.”
He scoffs. “Yeah. It looks like it was built twenty years ago and was made by a high schooler.”
I shrug. “It’s possible.”
I scroll back to the picture of Piper and Blair, focusing on Piper’s face.
She has one dimple when she smiles. In the sunlight, her eyes are a brilliant golden hazel, and the scattering of freckles across her cheeks is hypnotizing.
“We need to find another reason to see her,” Maddox says, scooting closer so he can look at her photo. “As soon as possible. And ask her out.”
“Maybe you should try not being as intense,” I say coolly. “Have you heard of taking it slow? You spooked her off.”
“I’ve spent like half my adult life staring at a laptop screen. I’m desperate for something else.”
“That doesn’t mean you should look at her like she’s a piece of meat,” I chide. “As if you’ve never scented an Omega before in your life.”
Maddox rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like you weren’t as affected by her as I was.”
I clear my throat and look away from him.
The truth is, she did affect me, much more than others have.
I was enraptured by her. That perfect lemon and mint scent paired exquisitely with mine, and as much as I tried not to, I kept glancing at her neck.
