Page 130 of Pack Scratch Fever
If only it were that easy. I haven’t been able to look over the contract my mother emailed me, update our social media, or check in with the other rescues we partner with.
There’s a ton to do, and I’m behind on all of it.
“I’m not tired,” I argue, but Blair stops at the door to my room.
“Your immune system is worn down, and your body is weak,” she says flatly. “You’re resting, or I’m sending Mari here to yell at you.”
I grimace.
Not wanting to face Mari’s wrath, I recline in my bed and try to relax.
But thoughts of Poe, Maddox, and Avery fill my head.
What will I say to them if they come visit?
I thought I could say goodbye to them here, but if they’re volunteering at the rescue, how can I avoid them?
It would be easier never to see them again and forget about all the time we had together.
But my inner Omega is in despair.
We can’t turn them away. They’re our scent matches.
We need them.
That’s not true.
I don’t need anyone—I’m happy I have people to care about, but I never want toneedsomeone ever again.
But even that thought doesn’t seem right anymore.
I’m battling a war in my head when a woman in scrubs walks in, giving me a bright smile.
She’s an older Omega with grey hair tossed into a messy ponytail and a sweet, warm scent of cinnamon rolls.
“Miss Rhodes,” she says cheerfully, heading to the computer on the small table next to me, “I’m here to go over some information, and see if it needs to be updated. First, we already reached out to your emergency contact, since you were unableto communicate. Is there someone else we should call besides Joseph Rhodes?”
My blood runs cold.
I hadn’t bothered to update my medical record in years, and because of that, they contacted my father.
He will inevitably tell my mother what happened, which means they will come to see me.
They might even be on their way.
25
MADDOX
“You’re really goingto do this?”
I sit on the floor of the cat playroom, watching Poe lock eyes with Mister Whiskers.
I also try not to freak the fuck out.
Yesterday, Blair mentioned that Piper wasn’t feeling well, but then she shot a text to Avery late last night, telling us she just wants space while she gets better.
It kills me that she doesn’t want me there with her.
