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“Are you okay?” Breah asked.
“Yeah, I’m better than okay. Just a little emotional lately, but in a good way.”
The boys stepped in front of them and led the way, and Breah fell into pace with Tru. “I get like that when it’s my time of the month.” Her eyes went wide. “I’m so sorry. That is so TMI. I’m…I’m sorry, I’m nervous.”
Tru slipped her arm through hers. “You’re going to be just fine.”
“I’m so awkward.”
“Oh no, just watch me for eight seconds. It’ll make you feel better.”
“It’s just meeting a lot of people. And they’re all…you know. Werewolves.”
“Not me,” Tru assured her. “And the Alpha’s mate is a human. They’re all super nice.”
“Um, I’m sorry for getting Bayen in trouble yesterday. I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t know who to call when it happened.”
“You call Bay. If you like him and he makes you feel safe? You call him. I’m not mad at him or at you. I would be disappointed if he didn’t stick up for you. That shouldn’t have happened to you.”
Breah’s tremulous smile was genuine and thankful.
Tru had dressed up tonight, in her favorite wedge heels, medium blue wash skinny jeans and a tank top. The breeze was chilly tonight though, so she was happy for the zip hoodie.
The building in front of them had a big sign with a pizza on it.
“Pizza night?” she asked, excited. Pizza was her all-time favorite.
“Yep, it’s just a pizza night,” Bay said. But Tru saw him toss Tabian a wink.
At the front door, there was a sign drawn in neon chalk. Welcome Wolf Outdoors Viewing Party.
She frowned and read it again. “What’s going on?” she asked.
Tabian opened the door and gestured the teenagers inside, then leaned in and kissed Tru as she passed. “You’ll see.”
Inside, Tabian took her hand and led her straight past the ordering counter and to the back of the restaurant to a door with another Welcome Wolf Outdoors Viewing Party sign with balloons tied to it.
Inside were two rows of tables with steaming pizzas being delivered by two servers. There was a soda machine to the right and a salad bar across the room. On the back wall was a screen, and a projector was set up.
The entire Rogue Pack was here—Liam and Nory, Nathan and Delta, Dodger and Destiny, Vic and Lyric, and even Bridger was here.
The girls flooded toward them while the guys gave nods of greeting and piled plates with pizza slices. Bay led Breah around the room, introducing her to the Rogue Pack one by one. Tru watched, but she seemed settled and even relieved by the third or fourth introduction. Bay was making it easy on her. Atta boy.
He wasn’t going to be anything like his father.
Tru would make sure of it, but also Tabian would too.
And the boy was smart. He was a watcher. He knew right from wrong, and he wasn’t going to be dragged into being any kind of man he didn’t want to be. She just had this confident feeling about him and his future.
He was going to be okay.
Tabian led her to a pair of empty seats at the second-row table and pulled a couple of slices of pepperoni pizza onto a plate and set it down at her spot, then made his own.
“Do you want salad?” she asked him, feeling so mushy right now with the wash of good mojo flowing through this room.
“You’re already at half a million views,” Vic announced, looking at his phone.
“You had an episode go live?” she asked excitedly.
