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She may be tiny but damn is she still frightening.

“You’re right, there are things she doesn’t know, like the fact that Wren is dead, so she doesn’t have to be afraid anymore. Thank you Jace, I was just shocked to see her,” she comments, pushing away from Alec and straightening her clothes. “But if you ever tell me to calm down again, like I’m just some hysterical woman, you’ll be meeting my blades.” Her threat is not at all lost on me, so I do the smart thing and just nod my head in reply not wanting to dig my grave any deeper.

Silas and Bell are still leaning on each other, but at least they’ve stopped making my brain throb in my skull. The moment of peace helps me breathe, but it quickly turns awkwardly as we all just stare at each other lost in thought.

“I’m going to make sure Sam finds everything he needs,” I say quickly before getting up and hightailing it out of the office. That is not a safe space tonight, especially if you’re emotionally stunted like me, hell even Alec looked pretty uncomfortable as I left him behind.

Sorry buddy this is an everyone for themselves situation and I need to get the hell out of there.

The hallway is strangely silent as I make my way towards our large industrial kitchen, which is just down the hall from the pack meeting room. Not a single pack member to be seen or heard, which is strange. Even though it’s super late we usually have at least some of the younger wolves wandering about. It has me wondering if all the howling sent everyone running scared and hiding in their rooms.

That is actually perfect.

Dealing with Silas and Bell is going to be a lot right now, I didn’t need Remy getting wind that we had a child witch in the house, or that the Alpha was just rejected by his mate. That was not information that even I was ready to deal with. Especially, since Bell and Silas now shared a mate.

Where the hell did that leave me?

Coming around the corner into the kitchen I can see that Sam and Scarlett are smiling at each other, sitting on barstools around the stainless steel island. For a moment I pause just watching as they slowly sign back and forth and at the little one shaking her head, silently laughing when Sam gets something wrong.

At least something good came out of this whole ordeal.

Everything else is shit about the whole thing, but seeing this child happy and safe, that is something really special. It even warms my rusty heart.

“Do you guys have everything you need or do you want me to whip something up?” I ask, stepping into the kitchen. For a moment Scarlett jumps and looks afraid, but when she sees it’s me she calms once more. Though that might have something to do with Sam holding her hands and less to do with my actually making her feel safe. But tonight I need the win, so I pretend that it’s me and not the Omega mojo.

“We haven’t even gotten to the food yet. I’m trying to figure out what she likes, but my signing really isn’t up to par with hers,” Sam sighs and Scarlett just pats him on the leg, and gives him a thumbs up, as if to say he’s doing better than he thinks.

“How about some chicken nuggets? I keep a bag around because the dinosaur ones are Silas' favorite, but don’t tell anyone or he’ll be embarrassed,” I tell her and she nods her head enthusiastically up and down, smiling.

“How did you know what to offer?” Sam asks me as I walk around to the freezer and grab out the bag of dino nuggets.

“It’s the only thing that you would eat when you came here or so Silas told me. He said you’re the reason he loves them,” I explain, grabbing a cookie sheet and setting it on the counter.

Sam looks stunned when I’m done explaining, like he might tear up, but he’s quickly distracted by Scarlett patting his arm for attention. Thank God. I’ve had about all the tears I can take today, even if these are the happy ones. I mean I knew up until recently Sam questioned if Silas even cared about him, but it just wasn’t that easy. Our Alpha, for the most part, likes to keep his feelings buried inside. As much as the melt down in the office would say otherwise.

Dumping the bag on the tray I put it in the oven and then set the temp and timer. I know I should have done the whole preheat thing but for frozen nuggets, who gives a shit they’ll be done when they’re done. Now that I think about it this is probably why they don’t let me cook very often. I tend to throw all the rules out the window.

Turning back to Sam and Scarlett I study them for a minute making slow gestures back and forth. Sam looks pretty taken with the child, even though they just met twenty minutes ago. Maybe that’s his Omega nature, to nurture those around him or perhaps we’ve found the perfect place for the little witch to live?

“Since now we can hear ourselves think, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself Scar?” I suggest and she looks at me like I’m crazy for a few seconds before signaling to her throat again.

“Shit. Right, no talking. How about I just ask you some easy questions hopefully Sam can interpret?” I say and she nods her head in agreement with a smile on her face.

“How old are you?” I ask because I really can’t tell. The way she acts you would think she’s older, but her size makes me wonder.

When she holds up eight fingers I don’t need an interpreter, but I’m shocked that someone so young would be this calm in a crazy situation. Even in my Alpha family we didn’t have to give up being a kid until we were like thirteen. Though I guess if I think back on it that was more my siblings who got that luxury.

“What’s your favorite color?” I inquire, wanting to ask some easier questions first and get her a little bit more comfortable with me.

“Blue,” Sam answers after a few minutes of struggling with reading Scarlett’s small hands.

“Oh that’s my favorite color too,” I tell her and she smiles brightly.

“What’s your favorite animal?”

“Wolf,” Sam answers again.

“Hey are you reading my mind? Wolves are my favorite too! Though maybe I’m a little biased,” I say with a shrug. Scarlett giggles or I assume that she does, it's really hard to tell when not a sound comes from her.

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