The Wolf at Your Door

“Yeah, I... it’s... whatever.” Fen stumbled over his words, nuzzling against his shoulder like he was maybe trying to hide the blush that stained his face from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“She’s supposed to tell someone where she’s going. Pack rules... I mean house rules.”

“I never wanted a pack, my cousin made me fight him to the death for it so I would have to lead them in Ragnarok.” He complained, reaching up and gently running his fingers through Percy’s hair, “I was fairly happy paying them to leave me and Laurie alone.”

Fen: Yeah. It was before you called me short.

Matt: Listen, man, hey. There's more than one kind of family.

“Everything’s better when we’re alone.”

“The pack is exhausting me.” He admitted after a moment of silence, “When did I become a parent? I don’t know how to parent.”

Fen: We're not gonna have this conversation again.

Fen: No. Interestingly enough, her leaf-blower picked up.