20

{ Remi }

I step into the living room and while my jitters are calmed thanks to Nov, my brain is still misfiring. I'm sworn into the Fire Rock pack, I've been apart of that pack over 20 years. So why is my mark on my skin, from Silver Rock? This had to be a sign, I mean obviously it was a sign. But did it only mean we belonged there, or did it mean even more?

I pull out my phone and dial Armi's name without stopping to rethink it anymore.

"Hey, what's up?" He sounds winded and I Realize he was running.

"I just wanted to let you know I'd be out of touch for a few days."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, my mate shifted last night and uh, well I'm gonna be a little preoccupied. I already called the clinic, everyone is aware I'll be gone and it's in good hands but I wanted you to know why I'd be out of touch and off the pack lands."

He chuckles loudly when I tell him I'll be preoccupied and I can picture his stupid smirk on his face.

"Yeah I appreciate the heads up and I definitely understand. Wouldn't want a