sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
It was strange to Sam to see that kind of relentlessness associated with anything outside of violence and aggression. That was all he had known in his last pack, the one to which he still technically belonged and might have to return to one way or another someday. Sam had already thought about it, come to terms with the fact that his parents and all the wolves they had made might come for him one day and there would be nothing he could do to stop them from taking him back to Montana. Sam had always been weaker than the others, and that hadn't changed in his time away from them. And what could people like Jo do? The pack into which he had been born wouldn't hesitate to hurt anyone who got in their way and honestly the idea that any of the Summers pack would try and end up wounded in the process made him feel sick to his stomach.
Permission wasn't something that people ever needed to ask for with him, at least not in his mind. People didn't ask Omegas if it was all right with them if they did something. It was Omegas who had to ask for permission. The word family had him briefly lifting his gaze towards her eyes again, his head tilted slightly forward and down as if to shield the motion, keep it from being so noticeable. That word had always had a mixed meaning for Sam, something so very far from clear and straightforward. Jo confused and surprised him further with her conclusion and he felt his brows knit in the beginnings of a frown that would easily communicate his lack of understanding. In it? In what? The pack within the pack? Sam didn't know what Jo was saying with those words, what she really meant. Should he say that? Or did she already know?