"You did what?" Connor exclaimed as he rinsed off a plate. I winced at his tone.
"I need a pack, Con." I told him.
"There are omegas out there." Connor told me. "You can turn anyone you like." I took the plate from Connor, dried it and put it away.
"I don't want to turn anyone. I want to be part of Hale's pack. I met the Alpha's. I didn't feel any negative attention to me. I think this might work out. I have a feeling this could work out. Let's just see, ok?"
"Mara," Connor rinsed off a bowl and I took it from him.
"Connor, I need someone to teach me how to fight. I'm the alpha and I don't even know how to fight. You're not a werewolf so you can't teach me. The Hale's pack the only pack I see around. So, can we just try it, please?" Connor looked at me reluctantly as he washed another bowl.
"Fine," He finally answered.
"Thank you," I said, taking the bowl from him and putting it away.