Page 193 of Knotting the Firefighters

Actual trust.

When did that happen?

When did I start believing they won't hurt me when I'm vulnerable?

I'll need nest soon—a proper nest constructed from pack scents and soft materials, a sanctuary space that provides security during the heat's intensity. The concept no longer feels foreign or impossible, no longer represents something other Omegas experience while I exist in a perpetual state of insufficient support.

I can build a nest.

They'll help me build a nest.

They'll protect me while I'm vulnerable rather than exploiting the opportunity.

Officer Hazel's assistance has been invaluable—submitting officialized documentation that declares us a legally recognized pack, ensuring government records reflect our bonded status, and providing a legal framework that strengthens our protection against Gregory's continued harassment.

Legal pack.

Not just biological bonds but official recognition.

Protection under the pack rights legislation.

The peace that knowledge brings is profound—security beyond just physical safety, legal standing that provides a buffer against manipulation and coercion.

Everything's falling into place.

Finally.

After years of chaos and uncertainty, things are actually working out.

Aidric's voice cuts through my contemplation, pulling me back to immediate circumstances:

"Are you going to need help mounting, or can you manage independently?"

The taunt is obvious—challenging my competence, testing whether I'll admit weakness or prove capability.

Competitive bastard.

Always needs to establish hierarchy.

I laugh—genuine sound of amusement at his transparent provocation—and move toward the dappled gray standing beside Calder's chestnut mare.

This one.

Athletic build, intelligent eyes, and the particular energy that suggests a spirited personality.

Perfect match.

The horse watches my approach with curiosity, ears forward with attention that suggests assessment rather than anxiety. I extend my hand slowly, allowing her to investigate my scent before attempting physical contact.

Proper introduction.

Respect for the autonomous creature rather than treating her as equipment.

Her nose finds my palm, warm breath huffing against skin as she determines I'm acceptable. Satisfied with the assessment, she permits touch—allowing me to stroke her neck while I examine saddle configuration.

Standard western saddle.

Higher pommel and cantle than English style.