11- New pack worth

Emerson POV,

The variety of expressions on Wendy's face hit me to the bottom as we stopped close to the deck, my hands rating on my knees.

"They're fucking betas." She gasped, sounding harsh on the verge of going insane. "Do you think you could stand against them?"

"You brought me there." I reminded her.

"Yes, because I wasn't sure of myself. But trust me I wanted to introduce you to the few people I know, the omega that serves there, and maybe get us a better booze, I did not expect you to explode when you bumped into that fatty with a joint."

No one has expectations of me, I worked fucking hard to keep it that way, so what has changed.

She's facing forward with her chin resting on her arms. "He was fucking loaded with weed, Em, count ourselves lucky we got away."

I glance down at Wendy; it's impossible not to notice the disappointment in her eyes. "It's normal." She starts. "People from Lafayette have ancestors with such eyes, it's rare but beautiful."

As soon as she says it, I slap