#max 001

It was time for a snack. Briar went to a coffee shop, to get her favorite muffin of all, the blueberry muffin, and a cup of tea, naturally bringing her two-month-old son, Lars that sleeps like an angel. She didn't want to stay at home, and she also didn't trust anyone to watch Lars. The blonde wonders if she will ever meet up with somebody familiar, however, she has no clue. After her request being brought to the table, ignoring a few people looking at her recognizing her… She noticed Max but it seemed he was staring at her, but she wasn't sure. The Icelander decided to break the ice. ❛ Did I grow two heads or something? ❜ Noted that her tone was playful, far from being rude to him. His famous does look familiar.

Where: Kismet Harbor Fire Station

While going through her clipboard of things to get done and check up on, Mack looked up momentarily. Seeing a man and a young girl walking towards the firehouse, Mack walked on over to them to introduce herself. "Hi, how can I help you? I'm Makayla, I'm a lieutenant here."

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He hadn’t intended for his meeting with Harlow to go on that long. The plan was a quick hey-how’re-ya before he and Jordan made the drive back into neutral territory. Where his presence wasn’t a threat to the to pack stability or some shit like that. He and his last living beta walked down the porch steps onto the driveway, headed for his truck parked out front.

Never having been one for discretion, Caden sensed his brother’s approach. He’d recognize those heavy footfalls and that familiar scent of citrus, sandalwood, and whiskey from a hundred miles off. Fifty years hadn’t changed that. His gaze looked over the Pack House’s expansive front lawn and he immediately located the familiar figure approaching. 

Something heavy landed on his chest at the sight of his best friend, his brother, crossing the long stretch of yard, closing the distance between them. Leaving his family behind all those years ago had broken something inside of him. Then again, when he’d left so much of him had been broken already. It was impossible to decide which pieces were more shattered. All these decades later and he still hadn’t figured out how to fit all the fragments back together. 

Emotional duct tape and gorilla glue, otherwise known as compartmentalizing and deflection, had worked well enough up until now. But things were starting to pop loose with his return home. Seeing the pack, his family, the home that didn’t belong to him anymore, it was harder than he thought it’d be.

Not that he was expecting this to be a walk in the fucking park. 

With a glance back at Jordan he nodded in gesture toward the truck. “Give me a minute.” When she cocked an eyebrow he gave her a level look and smirked quietly to himself when she started for the truck with a huff. 

Focus back on Max, Cade clenched and unfurled his fingers before exhaling and walking to meet his brother half way. His insides were a mess as a volatile  concoction of feelings roiled with his every step. There was a weight in his gut, and an ache in his jaw. Caden raked his hair out of his eyes before the corner of his mouth curled on its own in greeting of the larger wolf. 

“Max,” he said when there was only a few paces between them. “It’s good to see you, brother.”

Billy’s car quietly pulled into the driveway of his old house. Unlike usual, the radio in his car was off and had been since he turned onto the street. It was the middle of the day and Billy was sure he’d seen his dad through the bank windows as he drove by on Main Street. Susan was likely at work as well, though Billy hadn’t checked, which meant that if Max was home, she would be by herself.

With a quick click, he turned off the engine, got out of his car, and walked up to the door. Billy wrapped on the door three times, forcefully enough that she would hopefully hear it no matter where she was inside - not that it was a particularly big house. After a few moments the door swung open and Max appeared in the frame.

“Hey. Are Neil or Susan home? Can I come in?” Billy asked. He was confident he already knew the answers to both questions, but there was still the need to ask.