supportive esther

Esther stared at her youngest pups eyes, the press of pure panic edging her features as she confessed her next words. “I think… I’ve imprinted on someone.” Enid’s voice was quiet, the newfound knowledge about how choosing packmates and a life mate making her think. The creeping fear of being pushed away brought a wave of nausea. Murray spoke for her, understanding his mate wasn’t the most gentle with her questioning. “Who did you imprint on pup?” “M-my roommate.”