Carter wrestled his mate from her sleep on the couch around seven am, gently stroking her hair. She looked at him confused, sleep evident in the corners of her eyes. She rubbed them as she sat up, a large yawn escaped her lips. "Hi," she said as she yawned again, stretching.
"So... Emma tried to sleep with me last night," Carter began.
"It's okay, I don't need to know," Finn said, pushing herself to stand. The library still felt safe, her sleep had been deep. She grabbed her discarded sweater and coat, pulling them on as she bent down and reached under the old couch for her boots.
"What do you mean, you don't need to know?"
"I just mean that you can do what you want."
He grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her close to him. She looked him in the eyes, a flash of anger evident. "We are bonded. You are what I want."
She pulled her arm free of his grasp, no violence in her movements. "It's fine."
"It's not fine!" Carter cried.
She looked at him, his face red. Their bond allowed her to feel him, he wanted her to claim him. To be upset. She took his hand in hers and squeezed lightly. "I don't think my brothers and I are going to live through the next few months. I'm glad you have someone who will love you when I'm gone."
His eyes widened, "What?"
"I told you I don't know exactly what this is going to take, it might mean my life. I will happily save the pack with it if that's the choice."
The library doors opened before they could continue, Art walked in. "Are you guys leaving today?"
They both turned their heads to the man, "yes. I just need to say some goodbyes." Finn said as she pulled on her boots, hopping towards the door. She dodged past Arthur in the doorway, making her way outside and disappearing behind the doors of the packhouse.
Arthur looked at his son. Carter stood frowning, he had stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked sullen. He walked over, grabbing his son by his shoulders and pulling him into a big hug. He kissed his check, resting his face against Carter's.
"Try to come back to us, dear heart," choking slightly on those words as they left his lips.
"We are coming back," he grumbled out. His mood was sour.
"Did something happen?"
"Emma tried to fuck me last night. I told Finn but she wasn't even upset," his frown deepened. "She told me that she was glad I'd have someone after she died. Like, what the fuck?" He pulled himself from his father's embrace.