With one last wave, I move past them to walk the few remaining feet to the parking lot so I can get the hell out of here.
“I’m sorry again about your ma, Finn. I know it’s hard now, but I promise it will get easier,” Alora calls after me. “You’ll always miss her, and sometimes, the grief will hit you out of nowhere. Just remember she loved you.”
I glance over my shoulder to smile at the omega I don’t want to walk away from. “Thanks, Alora. Don’t leave your pack again while you’re on vacation, yeah?”
She nods, and I have to force myself to turn back to the parking lot.
Why does walking away from this omega feel so much harder than walking away from Bree?
I’ve known her for like an hour, and I knew Bree for weeks.
Is it because I know I can’t have her?
It really doesn’t matter, does it?
Reaching my car, I unlock it and slam the door shut. I pick up my phone and see a text from my da.
Fuck. I forgot to text him.
DA
Just checking to make sure you’re okay.
Let me know when you’re heading home.
FINNEGAN
I’m sorry, Da. I ended up at the park and hiked up to the lookout.
DA
Ahhh, of course you did.
You both always loved that spot.
On your way now?
FINNEGAN
Aye, I’ll be home soon.
DA
Good. Your kooky aunt is here.
FINNEGAN
Try not to kill her.
DA
I’m trying, but I make no promises.
Get here fast if you want her to live.
FINNEGAN
I’ll be there as soon as I can
