“Okay,” I said meekly.

He stepped out of the doorway and leaned against the wall.

I stepped inside.

Kelly followed, closing the door behind us. It latched firmly. There was no lock. It would have been pointless.

I didn’t look at him when I asked, “Is one of those rooms mine?”

Or ours.

“It was,” he said from behind me, voice even. “But after… everything, we moved.”

“To where?”

He chuckled. “Not very far. The blue house. It used to be Ox’s. He lived there with his mother.”

“Oh.”

“We shared it with some Omegas who stayed here.”

My eyebrows felt like they were trying to crawl up into my hair. “We what?”

He pushed by me, rubbing his bandaged arm. He nudged the towel to the side before sitting on the bench next to the tub, hands flexing on his knees. He looked up at me. “For a while they had nowhere else to go. Many stayed with us until we could place them in packs throughout North America. A couple even went to packs in Mexico. We ate a lot of food that trip.”

“We.”

He shrugged. “You and me and Carter. We drove. It was nice. Rico taught me enough Spanish to get by.”

“He doesn’t like me very much.”

Kelly hesitated. “You…. Give him time. He’ll come around. It’s been a lot. For all of us.”

I stayed near the door, suddenly uncomfortable. “Brodie.”

“Yeah. He was one of them. Alpha Wells is a good wolf. They’ll take care of him.”

“Who brought him?”

He looked away. “Gordo. And Mark.”

“When?”

His hands tightened on his knees. “A few months ago.”

We were both thinking it. Ox probably was too.

Gordo and Mark had crossed the country to bring an Omega child to be placed in a wolf pack that was less than a day’s drive away from where I’d been. And they’d known it. They’d known I was in Maine. Carter had said as much.

They hadn’t come for me.

They hadn’t even tried.

My hands went to the plain white shirt I was wearing. Elizabeth had given it to me, along with a few others. They were new, she’d said. They kept them for anyone passing through who needed them. They smelled faintly of pack, but not like it would have been had they shared their own clothes with me.

I started to pull it up.

I stopped.

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