Title: "Clayton"

Rating: K+ for slight language and slight content

Disclaimer: I do not own the Otherworld series; all the characters you know (and love) belong to Kelley Armstrong.

Summary: Set during Industrial Magic, Jamie peers over the balcony and a certain Pack alpha in the distance catches her eye. This goes inside her mind at that moment. (Spoilers to Industrial Magic)

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"Hey, is that your ward? Savannah?"

Apparently I caught Paige off-guard, causing her to peer over the balcony and nod in response to my question.

"Then those must be the werewolves."

I leaned over the edge of the metal balcony to better see the approaching werewolves. My eyes passed over the silver-blonde woman and her equally blond counterpart (not really my type), and immediately fell upon the dark-haired man. With his shoulder length hair, he was, well; let's just say I liked what I saw. My pulse sped up and I couldn't help but smile. A familar heat spread through my stomach and settled into another area all together.

He must be about my age, I thought, my smile widening to that smile where you know someone really likes what they are seeing. I do not like to date more than a decade my senior so the age thing was rather important; in my experience, a huge difference tends to become awkward. God I hope Paige will introduce me to him. Why wouldn't she? I'm helping her out, being the necromancer to her psychotic vampire ghost. My mind wandered, albeit temporarily to the cuts (by said psychotic vampire ghost, Natasha), but I quickly returned my gaze to the werewolf, praying I did not appear to be, well, disfigured when we were finally introduced properly. My smile returned, wider and incredibly obvious.

Paige must have noticed my constant fixation and said, "That'd be Clayton."

Damn. He's the one Cassandra tried to get with; of course, why wouldn't he be? A dead woman beats me to the chase. And there I was thinking she'd go for the blond, the one who bore a striking resemblance to Aaraon.

Regretfully, I tore my gaze away from "Clayton" and turned back to Paige. "Ah."