Nico
One Week Later
I was dirty. I smelled. I wanted my omega. I wanted my pack. And all I had was Oliver.
Weird, quiet, oddly zen Oliver.
“Are you f*****g sleeping right now?” I growled as I stared at him. We’d been tracking our prey through the mountains for three days now. I was used to it. I didn’t like it, but this was part of my job with the pack.
I just didn’t usually do it with others.
Leaning against the tree, Oliver opened an eye. “One of the things I learned being on the run is to sleep when you can. I can fall asleep just about anywhere. I get the feeling that you can, too, so what is that tone you’re using with me, Alpha?”
“I usually do this alone, and I track by physical evidence. Not this feelings crap,” I grumbled.
Oliver chuckled. “Ah, so that is what you have a pr
