Ryder
Skylark's own pack members were walking about the packhouse, having either already eaten or were on their way to eat. She did note that no omega of their own walked alone; there was also a warrior from Skylark among their group.
‘Patrice?’ she questioned, as they'd made their own way to their private dinner. Their own kind of stood out right now, in their jeans and tee-shirts, very casual compared to the wolves of this pack.
‘A precaution is all. They’ve also been told to let us know if anyone is suspected of following or watching them. Nothing to report at this point.’ Patrice told her, ‘I also declined the Luna’s own personal omega, watching over Damascus, along with her newborn daughter for this dinner.’
‘It’s too weird here to leave him alone with one of this pack’s omegas, e
