Chapter Sixteen - Next in Line
The courtyard bustled with movement, omegas ferrying boxes and bags into the back of the massive black SUV that Pine Wood Pack had arrived in. The vehicle gleamed under the midday sun, its sides dusted faintly from the dirt roads. The air was filled with the scents of oil, leather, and the sharp tang of pine that clung to Osiris like a second skin.
Evandra spotted him instantly.
Osiris Long was impossible to miss—taller than most, broad-shouldered, his long red hair pulled back into a braid that fell between shoulder blades inked with curling tattoos. His thick beard, braided with threads of gold, caught the sunlight every time he bent to lift another trunk as though he weighed nothing at all. He laughed with the omegas as he worked, his deep voice booming
