Scott and Mitch had only been out of the bathtub for about ten minutes, when the others returned home with Mitch's food. Scott's hair was still dripping wet, a pair of sweatpants riding low on his hips, when Avi threw the door open. Scott immediately jumped to shield Mitch's body from him, though Mitch was fully covered. "What?" He snapped. Avi pushed the door open a little more. "We have to go to an emergency Alpha meeting. Throw on a shirt or something."
"But..." Scott pouted, his defensive stance crumbling in an instant. "But it's Mitchie's day."
"It doesn't matter. Let's go. Now." Scott hesitated, but then crossed his arms over his chest. "No. I'm not going. It's Mitch's birthday, and I wouldn't miss it for the world."