Voiceless - M. Sinclair Page 0,19

it had hurt like hell, because no one likes to feel invisible. But then I realized in some ways it truly worked to my advantage. My silence allowed me to study them, focus on what they were really saying, and their mannerisms. I’d become a pro at reading people and it was one reason I always trusted my instincts if someone felt off to me.

These men didn’t feel off to me though, they made me feel an odd sense of familiarity and comfortability. Odd, since I didn’t know them. Although, after our walk on Saturday and even through texting the past few days, I felt like I’d learned far more.

I knew the boys were frustrated, seemingly more at themselves, for not being able to talk to me, but I loved hearing their stories. Texting while apart seemed to fill that gap as well.

I loved hearing Dylan tease his older brother and listen to his stories about being one of two Betas in the local pack. Apparently, the pack ran most of this town, which sounded pretty awesome if we were being honest, or maybe it was because all of this was so different and new that I found it exciting.

I got the sense from Dylan that his moods were very easily turned and he could go from upset to excited about something based on those around him. Because of or even due to that, he was extremely in touch with others’ emotions. It was almost like I didn’t need to say anything for him to understand how I was feeling.

Hunter had mentioned Dylan was one of the main mediators during pack issues. The more I learned about them, the clearer it became how well they worked together and not just because they were brothers.

As Lena held up a finger, tossing her purse to the ground and kicking off her shoes, I tried to resist the urge to check my phone. Dylan had been sending me hilarious GIFs and Memes all day. My favorite by far was the baby Yoda ones. I had even made an album of all the ones I had saved. I knew if I looked now I would be distracted or laughing for the rest of my conversation with their sister.

I also had a feeling Hunter had answered my question regarding pack hierarchy at length in a message I hadn’t opened yet. Hunter was interesting. Hot, sexy, and very unique. I could see the passion, aggression, and other attributes Alphas were said to normally have, right under his skin, but around me, he seemed somewhat calmer.

Well, as long as I was right next to him and plastered to his muscular side. It was pretty adorable. Hunter made me feel safe and like he always had things handled, which was what made him a fantastic Alpha no doubt. I could tell how much he cared about his brothers and took the job as head of the family seriously. Honestly, that type of maturity and responsibility in a man was really sexy. I’d met so many humans, let’s just call them what they are... boys. Boys that would freak out over their parents not giving them enough money for the weekend. It was nice to be around men who had their shit together, especially while I was trying to start my life anew.

Also, my parents had yet to notice I was gone or bothered to call… so that was cool.

Anyway, Hunter and Dylan had both made me feel very welcomed and while I hadn’t seen them in person since Saturday night, I’d been talking to them consistently. I’d felt ditched at first but apparently something had been going on with the pack so the three of them had been regulated towards meetings for the past few days.

I was thinking that I should have gone to their house when they suggested it, but I knew this was good. It was healthy for me to live on my own, even if it was with a roommate. I needed to gain my footing before diving into something. Because mark my words, I didn’t know a lot about mates, but I did know that there was something very strong between us.

I missed them though. I blushed thinking about how I’d woken up Sunday morning to a bouquet of foxgloves and lupine mixed with an assortment of other wildflowers on the kitchen table signed from all three men. I’d wanted to see them that day but once I realized what was going on in