[Carmen]
Sunday morning, we took some breakfast in to Austin. He was sitting up in his bed, waiting for us, I assumed. Rock settled his food on his lap while I gathered the things needed to treat his leg. We would wait until he was done eating.
“I got an offer from the queen of the Eaten Heart collective. She told me I can remain in the collective and never have to join a pack, but if I wanted to, I could. She said she would even make them let me talk to the omegas privately and come to tour the packs, so I could see they weren’t like my pack,” Austin told us.
“Did you accept her offer?” I asked.
“I did. Being in a collective feels almost like being in a pack. Something a little wilder, though. I feel safer than I did before, but I don’t know how much of that is you guys and how muc
