So, awkward moment not entirely avoided as he had hoped. If there was any hope of helping Sam – of showing him that he didn’t have to be the Omega anymore – it was going to have to be a slow process that required lots of patience on his part. Instead of insisting that Sam join him in eating, August began to eat his food as fast as he could without choking. It didn’t take him long, once he set his mind to it; by the time that the other wolf had finished processing his offer, he had devoured his entire meal, or at least as much as he was going to eat. It actually pulled at his heartstrings to see Sam so astonished at his offer, and there weren’t many people who could do that outside of his sisters. “Absolutely,” August answered with a firm nod. “All it takes is one phone call and you’ll have a place to sleep and eat for as long as you need.” Of course the call would be to his mother, who would have the bed made and fresh towels in the room before she hung up the phone. With a husband who was a former Alpha, she had spent many years growing accustomed to strangers seeking refuge in her home. It was such a common occurrence that after all these years it felt strange to not have at least one person at the dinner table that wasn’t a Summers by blood. August probably should have had enough forethought to warn one of his siblings that there would be a new wolf in the house, but his mind was too concentrated on Sam to think about how mad his sisters would be if they walked into the bathroom and saw the stranger brushing his teeth.
“What do you say? Finish your food and I’ll take you out to the house. I can show you around. We’ll save the introductions for later.” He would have been all too happy to call a meeting for everyone to meet Sam, but judging by the way that he could barely handle a one-on-one lunch, August was sure that an entire pack would be way too much all at once. He was a little concerned that just his family would be an overload for Sam. It would be perfect if he could arrange for the other wolf to meet just one a day, but the absolute impossibility of that idea nearly made him laugh out loud. He wanted to tell the other wolf that he didn’t have to think of him as an Alpha, that he could regard him like a friend, but all the evidence told him that it wouldn’t be fully understood. His only option was to treat Sam like a friend until he felt comfortable enough to come out of his Omega shell – given that he ever could. “I think you’re really going to like it here in Scarlet Oak,” he said with a warm smile.