Rogo. He needed to get out of here.
Silence was his only answer as he made his way to the exit and popped the door. He shoved the heavy flap open and jumped out without waiting for the airport attendants to bring over the small staircase to disembark.
He was standing outside, dragging in air like a drowning man when Tryst joined him. “That was a pretty shitty thing to say, Kyle.”
Kyle’s breath escaped him in a sigh. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not me you have to apologise to. Mack didn’t mean anything by it, he’s just scared. We all are. We’re scared of dying in some horrible, painful way—we’ve felt what that bitch’s green smoke does to people, Kyle—and we’re even more scared that we might fail and Jay...”
Tryst didn’t have to say anything else. And Kyle was thankful the beta didn’t.
“I know.” He couldn’t say anything else. Kyle knew all of that.
There was a hell of a lot of guilt attached to that knowledge though. Was he doing the right thing, dragging everyone out here when he couldn’t offer them a way back? Sure they had all volunteered, but did that make it okay?
Another fissure of guilt festered in his mind as he wondered if he’d been so focused on helping Nikko, being strong for his parents and for Kane that he’d closed off the bond between him and Jay that should have warned him about Jay being in trouble when Katrianna attacked.
“We know what we signed up for. Just because you’re juiced up and going loco doesn’t mean you’re on your own. It’s you, me and Mack against the world, remember?”
“I remember.” Kyle could really do with a hug, but even the thought of it ruffled his jaguar’s fur the wrong way.
Tryst touched his shoulder briefly.
It was as close as they could get safely while his new alpha powers were still up in the air. Surprisingly, no one had quizzed him on the plane about them, in fact that topic appeared to be being avoided rather avidly. He guessed they’d all steered clear after the way he’d almost gone after Logan in the truck.
Kyle didn’t have to turn around to know the others were getting off the plane. A three hundred and sixty degree awareness was always a good thing for a cat to have but since waking up and being enveloped in the bond there was a new level of ease around him he couldn’t explain. He still felt as if he were on a crates worth of energy drink and a bag of sugar but something was different.
“I dreamed of him,” he said quietly, not sure why he was telling Tryst this.
He was scared telling someone would make it not real.
Kyle touched the bite on his neck again, reaffirming that he wasn’t going crazy, that Jay did come to him in a dream but that it was still real.
“Was that after you passed out on the plane because of your senses being all out of whack?”
Kyle shot a surprised look at Tryst. “I may play the fool but I’m still a beta. It’s my job to know what’s wrong with my alpha. We didn’t know how to help, you didn’t want us to before, but we cleaned you up after you were out. You said Jay’s name once so we didn’t try and wake you.”
All traces of humour were gone and Kyle could see his beta was deadly serious.
“You did?” He’d wondered about that, there was no trace of the blood from his nosebleed.
Tryst nodded. “What kind of dream was it?”
“None of your business,” he rumbled, swatting Tryst when the beta grinned and made a girly ooooo sound. Another part of what Tryst said struck him. “Why didn’t you try and wake me after?”
The beta shrugged, blowing a stray strand of red hair out of his way.
Usually Tryst kept his hair short and trimmed, but with everything going on he’d obviously not had a chance and there was nothing that annoyed his beta more than long hair getting in his eyes. One time it had gotten too long while they were on a camping trip and the leopard had taken a hunting knife to the strands.
“Me and Mack figured that Jay might be
Silence was his only answer as he made his way to the exit and popped the door. He shoved the heavy flap open and jumped out without waiting for the airport attendants to bring over the small staircase to disembark.
He was standing outside, dragging in air like a drowning man when Tryst joined him. “That was a pretty shitty thing to say, Kyle.”
Kyle’s breath escaped him in a sigh. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not me you have to apologise to. Mack didn’t mean anything by it, he’s just scared. We all are. We’re scared of dying in some horrible, painful way—we’ve felt what that bitch’s green smoke does to people, Kyle—and we’re even more scared that we might fail and Jay...”
Tryst didn’t have to say anything else. And Kyle was thankful the beta didn’t.
“I know.” He couldn’t say anything else. Kyle knew all of that.
There was a hell of a lot of guilt attached to that knowledge though. Was he doing the right thing, dragging everyone out here when he couldn’t offer them a way back? Sure they had all volunteered, but did that make it okay?
Another fissure of guilt festered in his mind as he wondered if he’d been so focused on helping Nikko, being strong for his parents and for Kane that he’d closed off the bond between him and Jay that should have warned him about Jay being in trouble when Katrianna attacked.
“We know what we signed up for. Just because you’re juiced up and going loco doesn’t mean you’re on your own. It’s you, me and Mack against the world, remember?”
“I remember.” Kyle could really do with a hug, but even the thought of it ruffled his jaguar’s fur the wrong way.
Tryst touched his shoulder briefly.
It was as close as they could get safely while his new alpha powers were still up in the air. Surprisingly, no one had quizzed him on the plane about them, in fact that topic appeared to be being avoided rather avidly. He guessed they’d all steered clear after the way he’d almost gone after Logan in the truck.
Kyle didn’t have to turn around to know the others were getting off the plane. A three hundred and sixty degree awareness was always a good thing for a cat to have but since waking up and being enveloped in the bond there was a new level of ease around him he couldn’t explain. He still felt as if he were on a crates worth of energy drink and a bag of sugar but something was different.
“I dreamed of him,” he said quietly, not sure why he was telling Tryst this.
He was scared telling someone would make it not real.
Kyle touched the bite on his neck again, reaffirming that he wasn’t going crazy, that Jay did come to him in a dream but that it was still real.
“Was that after you passed out on the plane because of your senses being all out of whack?”
Kyle shot a surprised look at Tryst. “I may play the fool but I’m still a beta. It’s my job to know what’s wrong with my alpha. We didn’t know how to help, you didn’t want us to before, but we cleaned you up after you were out. You said Jay’s name once so we didn’t try and wake you.”
All traces of humour were gone and Kyle could see his beta was deadly serious.
“You did?” He’d wondered about that, there was no trace of the blood from his nosebleed.
Tryst nodded. “What kind of dream was it?”
“None of your business,” he rumbled, swatting Tryst when the beta grinned and made a girly ooooo sound. Another part of what Tryst said struck him. “Why didn’t you try and wake me after?”
The beta shrugged, blowing a stray strand of red hair out of his way.
Usually Tryst kept his hair short and trimmed, but with everything going on he’d obviously not had a chance and there was nothing that annoyed his beta more than long hair getting in his eyes. One time it had gotten too long while they were on a camping trip and the leopard had taken a hunting knife to the strands.
“Me and Mack figured that Jay might be
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