Naylan, an Alpha by birth, has always dreamed of running a pack of his own. Born into the busy city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, where city wolves run in small groups, and disregard communal living, Naylan had to pursue his dreams elsewhere - Toronto, a...
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NAYLAN
"You're here," was all I could say when I spotted Mavis sitting on the wooden stairs that lead down into the hiking path. He had his hands folded on his knees, and when he looked up at the sound of my voice there was a weak smile on his face.
There were a lot of things said without words in that solid minute where we just stared at each other. I was sure he could tell that I was relieved to see that he had actually come. I had not expected him to. After I left him by himself at the riverside, he had just outright stopped talking to me. He wouldn't reply to my texts until a day later or not at all, and every time I suggested meeting up, he would turn me down. I had started to worry about if I had done something wrong, and it had affected my state of mind at the pack grounds for the past week.
"I'm glad you came," I said, tucking my hands into the pocket of my skinny jeans. I watched as Mavis licked his lips.
"Yeah," was all he said before looking away.
My brows knit not a frown. Whatever had set him off back at the riverside was still there. He still wasn't acting like himself.
"So, do you have a car?" he asked, looking back at me.
"No, but I have a motorcycle," I announced, watching Mavis nod as if recalling something.
"Oh, I remember seeing you all on motorcycles," he said, stretching out his legs on the stairs. I laughed a little, stealing a quick look over at him. Mavis was in a plain graphic t-shirt, and the one pair of jeans I've ever seen him wear. He wasn't dressed up to impress, that was for sure.
Shrugging, I said, "I have it out in the parking garage of the warehouse close by."
Mavis raised a brow.
"I'm friends with the owner," I explained, and he nodded, rolling his eyes.
"You are friends with everyone it seems," he teased, and for a minute I felt like our dynamic was back to normal.
"Well, you're going to meet a friend of mine today," I said, referring to Georgiou. "He owns the pizza joint we're going to."
"Interesting." Mavis hummed. "Also, I didn't ask before, but why did you invite me to town? Is there something you want to tell me?" His voice was small now, and the randomness of his question made my eyes go wide as my lips parted. Sure, there was something I had to tell him eventually—the issue with the loose hyenas—but I'd managed not to think about that too much.
