"To meet our pack."
I gawked at him after his suggestion. I was in no way ready to meet them.
"Can't we do that some time later?" I fidgeted at the edge of my sleeves, "I am not ready yet."
"I can't spend any more time hiding your presence," he lifted my chin slowly to look at him, "I don't want my people to hurt you oblivious to who you are again. They need to know."
I grimaced at the memories of being hurt by his people twice. But then again, I did get into trouble a few times after I stayed here. It's like I have befriended the trouble itself. We are inseparable. Taking my silence as agreement, he stroked my hair, which he had just worked on one last time before leaving my room.
"Give me ten minutes and we are good to go," he said as he proceeded to go to the other side of the room.
