Protesting too much.
Definitely protesting too much.
Which means it's absolutely true, and he's mortified that we know.
Calder's expression is unreadable—surprise mixed with something that looks suspiciously like satisfaction, like learning Aidric suffered from his absence provides validation he hadn't realized he needed.
These two are disasters.
Absolute disasters who clearly need to have an actual conversation instead of circling each other with defensive sniping.
But not my problem to solve right now.
Silas and Bear guide me toward Timeless Treasures, physically removing me from whatever emotional minefield just activated between our pack's two most volatile members.
The bell above the door chimes cheerfully as we enter—announcing our arrival to an establishment that smells exactly right. Old fabric, lavender sachets, the particular mustiness of genuine vintage clothing that's been properly stored and maintained.
Home.
This feels like home.
The interior is thoughtfully organized—clothing arranged by era and style, accessories displayed with curatorial attention, everything clean and well-lit despite the age of the merchandise.
Someone loves this place.
Cares about preservation and presentation.
My kind of establishment.
An older woman emerges from the back room—silver hair styled in an elegant updo, vintage dress that she wears with confidence, suggesting it’s her daily uniform rather than a costume. Her smile is immediate, genuine, and welcoming in ways that make my shoulders relax.
"Welcome to Timeless Treasures!" Her voice carries warmth that transcends simple customer service. "Are you here for the baking class?"
Baking class?
What baking class?
We freeze collectively—Bear, Silas, and I exchanging confused glances while the door opens behind us to admit Calder and Aidric, who apparently decided to follow despite their ongoing conflict.
"Uhhh, no?" My response emerges more question than a statement, uncertainty evident.
The woman's face lights up with enthusiasm that suggests she's not accepting our denial.
"Well, you're here and all the materials are already out!" She claps her hands together with delight. "Perfect timing, actually—was worried I wouldn't have enough participants. Why not join us?"
Why not?
Excellent question.
Why not accidentally crash a baking class in a vintage store with four Alphas who probably have zero baking experience?
What could possibly go wrong?
I turn to look at my pack—four very different expressions greet me. Bear's enthusiasm is immediate, Silas's curiosity is evident, Calder looks intrigued, and Aidric appears ready to bolt for the door.
"Do you want to?" Bear asks, deferring to my preference despite his obvious interest.
Baking class.
