I stood in front of Liberty Hall. The grand, columned building where a lot of the pack's official omega gatherings and meetings were held. The sun was high, but I felt cold.
Was I supposed to go inside? Should I just remain outside? What was I even doing here?
Kastiel had dropped me off at the curb with a polite nod, then driven off in his sleek, silent car. He hadn't said he had work to get to, but I could tell. In the car, his eyes had been glued to the tablet in his hands, his fingers flying over the screen even as he kept up a gentle, distracting conversation with me. He'd asked about my favorite foods in Novaterra, if I'd tried the hot chocolate from the little kiosk near the market, anything to keep the mood light. He was trying to cheer me up. He knew why I was here, and he didn't want me to feel bad about showing up to something I hadn't been invited to.
