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Pushing the window shade up the rest of the way, I gasp as I look. It looks like a winter wonderland outside. I think I hated the snow so much while I was in Minnesota because I could never get warm. It’s nice to admire it from inside.

“I have clothes for you to change into in this bag,” he says, lifting it up for me to see. “It’ll keep you warm, and the coat has heating elements, as do the gloves and boots.”

“That’s a thing?” I ask.

“Oh yes,” he says, appearing proud of himself. “The leggings are fleece lined too. You’ll be the warmest omega there is.”

“I was just thinking about how cold it looks outside,” I say, glancing back out at it.

“Not for you,” he says smugly. “There’s a bedroom just behind me, and a bathroom.”

Unbuckling, I decide that questions as to why and how we’re in a private plane are invasive. I’m grateful for being able to travel like this, because I slept really well. If Silas wants to tell me more, that’s up to him.

Standing, I walk into the aisle and take the bag from him. The plane is set up so that the large club chairs are facing each other, and there’s a lot of space between them. I love this plane, I decide. I’ve never flown until now. It’s cool that this was my first experience.

It helps that I was too tired to feel nervous about taking off and landing.

Walking toward the back of the plane, I find the bedroom, smiling like a loon when I see there’s a door that closes. It’s funny how much something means to you until you’ve lost it.

Placing the bag on the bedspread, I open it to find everything Silas said there was inside of it. Changing quickly, I sigh in happiness as I find that the clothes fit perfectly and that the boots are comfortable. It feels like my body has been encased in a warm hug.

Leaving the bag on the bed, I open the door to the bedroom and go out into the hall to use the restroom. My nerves arestarting to flare as I remember how much I don’t know about where we’re going. I remind myself that Silas has done nothing to make me distrust him, and that maybe his pack came up before he did.

Washing my hands, I take several cleansing breaths before drying them. It’s like I’m giving myself a pep talk, and I chuckle at myself a bit.

“You’re being silly,” I whisper.

Opening the bathroom door, I find the bag has already been removed from the bedroom, and that Silas is waiting for me. He’s already wearing a coat and gloves, and has changed into a pair of boots.

“Ready?” he asks, his piercing gaze moving over me. “Coat, gloves, and hat. Here, put these on, please.”

I take them from him and pull on the coat, smiling as I button it up.

“In the pocket, you’ll find a button that’ll work the heating element,” he says. “Push it on if you’re cold, and again to turn it off.”

“That’s amazing,” I grin, fixing my gloves.

Taking the hat from me, he carefully puts it on so that my wig doesn’t move at all.

“They’re tools to keep the omega wrapped in them from freezing,” he says, taking my hand to walk down the aisle and off the plane. “We’re going to drive up to the house now, which is up the mountain. The house actually belongs to Lyle’s family. We all borrow it whenever we want.”

“That sounds nice,” I say, glad to be bundled up as the wind whips around us. There’s an SUV waiting for us as we leave the plane, and Silas hurries to open the door for me.

Coming around, he gets into the driver’s side.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” he says. “I know not all of this makes sense, but I really want you to know that your happiness comes first. That’s all that matters to any of us.”

I want to ask him why, but that feels as if I’m trivializing thepassion in his words as he puts the SUV into drive. Quickly buckling myself up, I press my lips together to hold my questions back.

I don’t know what’s up at the mountain house, or why this is so important to him, but I’m willing to wait.

The drive is beautiful, and I get lost in the snow flurries as they begin to fall. It starts to get heavier the higher we go, but Silas doesn’t appear worried as he drives. There’s a lot of traffic on the road until we turn off onto a side road, and then it’s quiet and deserted.

There are houses nestled into the mountain here and there, appearing as if they’re trying to hide from the snow. The thought makes me smile a little, but it drops as Silas turns down a long driveway.

“Almost there,” he promises.

“It looks like it’s really coming down,” I observe worriedly.