Blue vented a soft snort. "You say that like it'll actually happen." They both knew that Omega regarded all humans as walking nuisances, barely tolerated on the good days. And she knew that Owen would absolutely expect her to keep Omega in line, along with her sisters. That was her job; she was the pack's Beta.

Problem was, Blue wasn't sure she could, anymore.

"...I'd like to go," she finally replied, looking back at her wiggling toes. "...but not if we're gonna be any trouble." Because none of them, least of all Owen, needed any more of that.