The Lost Pack
He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, pretending to be casual, but his eyes are glued to Jax like he’s trying to memorise this exact moment down to the way the kid’s hair sticks up at the back.
Parker makes a soft, broken sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He ducks his head, scrubbing a hand over his face like something’s in his eye. It’s not. I can feel his joy through the bond, bright and disbelieving and so big it barely fits inside him.
“Sunshine wolf,” he half laughs. “That’s… yeah. I can live with that.”
And me?… I feel like my heart is about to swell right out of my chest.
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