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Golden: THAT’S DIFFERENT. Jones and Collins look the same! It’s the blond hair.
Finley Grouchy Thornton: *eye roll emoji* They look completely different. And Collin’s hair is brown. You’re just too busy showing off to notice.
Golden: You say showing off, I say scoring goals. Same same.
I had no idea why I was laughing so hard, but some of the heartache that had been crushing me since they left eased with these texts.
Slade: You’re making Emme happy. And that’s the only reason I’m not flying to your hotel and smashing your phones under my damn boot.
Annndd there was my newest reminder that I was under constant, uninterrupted surveillance.
Which still didn’t bother me.
Daddy-o: Can you morons focus for long enough to let us know what time your game is today. We want to catch it on the sports broadcast channel.
Finley Grouchy Thornton: Starts at six tonight. We’ll be the ones in teal.
Hunter was no doubt also considering flying to the game and smacking them both up the side of the head.
Slade: I’ll tap into the venue’s cameras, and we can watch it in real time.
Golden: You guys better not pack huddle without us!! I almost died the last time you did that. Think of the children.
He was getting more ridiculous the longer this went on, and I was living for it.
Daddy-o: How do you really feel about death, Annoying Pup? I sense it’s closing in on you again.
Finley Grouchy Thornton: *Image attached*
I clicked the attachment and found a photo of Kellan glancing timidly over his shoulder, as if ensuring Hunter hadn’t somehow transported into the hotel room. He looked adorable, and my wolf and I were silently howling at how much it sucked to be apart from my alphas.
Finley Grouchy Thornton: It appears you’ve got him suitably worried. Nice work, Hunt. I might get a rest from his incessant whining about Emme tonight.
Golden: Wait! WAIT! Grouchy has been extra grouchy since we left, and I saw him looking at a photo of our mate on his phone. So. There. It’s not just me.
The lurch in my stomach took me by surprise, but damn, that was kind of… hot. Knowing that Finley missed me too, even though he’d been such a different shifter lately, still took me by surprise.
Pretty Mate: I miss you both! But, as an aside, I heard that Slade has a lot of photos of me on his stalker wall. If you don’t mind googly eyes.
He hadn’t mentioned the prank even once, and I was done waiting for him to bring it up.
My heart beat a little faster as I waited for his response.
Slade: Oh, Snow. I will never share my stalker photos with anyone. They’re safe and sound. Just like you are.
Daddy-o: Yeah, that’s not creepy at all, brother. Emme probably feels completely comforted.
Slade: *shrugging emoji*
Pretty Mate: I’m totally calm and fine. I’m not even remotely scared of Scary Shifter. What’s the worst he could do.
I sent it and then immediately regretted challenging him like that.
Idiot.
Slade: You forget I can see you via the cameras, Emmeline Anders. You can’t hide anything from me.
Leaning back on my bed, I flipped him off with both hands, and I wasn’t surprised to hear a ding.
Slade: I’m going to enjoy punishing the brat out of you, little mate. I’m going to enjoy it a lot.
And I was dead. Again.
Golden: You fuckers. You’re going to naked pack snuggle without us, and I honestly don’t love hockey enough to deal with this shit. *angry face emoji* This is goddess-be-damned unshifterly of you all, and I demand that you all stay in separate rooms until we return. *begging hands emoji*
Finley Grouchy Thornton: In completely related news, the game today is going to be very interesting as we think about you pack huddling without us. Hope I don’t lose control of my bear and kill a few opponents.
Golden: Is it bad that I kind of want to see that? It’s bad, isn’t it? Hey, no one chimed in and said it’s bad, so it’s probably fine.
Daddy-o: Our plane is fueled and ready. One more fucking word from you Kellan.
Daddy-o: Good luck with your game today.