"Okay, dummy, Dimitri."
Dimitri leaned next to Voss and lowered himself, even though they were both in their beast forms, Dimitri being the alpha and a huge level gap between them; he was obviously bigger than Voss.
Voss grumbled at the loss of carrying her, but took pride in the fact that she always preferred he carry her rather than anyone else.
Dimitri carried her the entire way. His stride never faltered. His breathing stayed even, and when the gates of Bowral appeared through the trees—the sandstone walls, the wild gardens, the jacaranda trees heavy with purple blooms, Felicity felt something loosen in her chest that she hadn't realised was clenched.
Lucan padded alongside Dimitri, his black tail lashing once with the particular irritation of a man who had already lost an argument no one else knew he was having. "I never get to carry her," he muttered, low enough that it wasn't quite a complaint and just loud enough that everyone heard it.
Then they saw him.
