Page 154 of Pack Me Up

I want to say yes, to live in this moment for the rest of my life. But before I can answer, the backstage door bangs open, and Riley comes barrelling in. She skids to a stop in front of us, blue eyes wide and shining.

“You were absolutely incredible!” she screams, practically vibrating. “That song is going to change everything. It’s already trending! Everyone is talking about it!”

She waves her tablet in front of us, and I see our faces splashed across every feed.

For a second, I can’t breathe.

Riley catches her breath, then leans in so only we can hear. “There’s more. The label wants to push the single. They’re already calling it the new omega anthem.”

Tommy lets out a sound that’s half laugh, half sob. Oli claps a hand over her mouth, speechless for once.

And me? I just look around at the people who made it possible, the packs, the friends, the family I built from scratch, and feel something inside me settle, finally and forever.

I belong here.

Riley smiles. “You did it, Britt. You really did it.”

I look at her, at Tommy, at Oli, at my pack and their wild, perfect loyalty. The way the room is lit with pride and joy and the afterglow of something bigger than any of us.

I sink into the moment, the weight of every hand on my shoulders, every arm around my waist, every voice cheering for me.

I let myself believe it.

I let myself be happy.

And when the next set starts and the music shakes the walls again, I know I’m ready for anything.

I know I’m home.

Forever.