Pack House

"We don't know if the fevers you've been having are over, so we're going to have to be careful with that, too," Greta said, shifting her eyes to Graeme as well. He nodded.

"What about my eyes?" August asked. "Are they going to freak out about those?"

Greta shifted in her chair. "Probably," she looked into her mug. "I brought some colored contacts for you to wear, but I'm not convinced it's a good idea to hide it."

Graeme sighed next to August. She could feel the small puff of air against her hair.

"Why is that?" August asked.

"I'm uncomfortable with how deliberate that action is to mislead them," Greta said.

"So what is this about today exactly? I mean, are they going to throw me in a dungeon cell or something if I seem threatening?" August asked. "Am I in trouble for… for Marius?"

"No," Graeme replied, his voice deep. "Nothing is going to happen to you. They're curious. They want to make sure the pack is safe."