Reid’s shirt was gray. The blood was very easily discernible. We quickly got pleasantries and casual conversation about our trip out of the way, and as we left the car lot and made our way through town, I became concerned. Reid and Silas were talking business already, but I could see a group of early-bird pack members up ahead, and Reid was wearing bloody clothes.
They regarded the three of us with respect and seemed completely unfazed by the sight of their bloodied Alpha. They welcomed him back, and surprise flashed in their eyes when their gazes fell upon me and my freshly-Marked neck. They welcomed me back, too, probably because they felt obligated now.
“Are we going home?” I asked after we passed the pack members. I interrupted Silas mid-sentence.
Reid glanced down at his clothes. “
