Maverick Point was the only place Pamela had ever lived, and it was the only place she wanted to live. Being asked to go to the ball to represent the Pride was like a dream. Her inner she-Tiger chuffed in agreement.
Her relationship with her she-Cat had grown stronger with her self-healing and the work she’d been doing to repair the damage Blake had done to her psyche. She was doing well now.
It seemed Blake’s treatment of her had hurt parts of her, making her feel like an outsider in her own Pride. Pamela wanted to belong, for her sake and Paulie’s. She did, and now she finally knew it, and that was what mattered.
“Nice of Jess? My ass!” Elissa said aloud, disrupting Pam’s train of thought.
Christmas carols and the sounds of folks talking and children laughing rang out from all over the Pride House. Jessica was Elissa’s sister-in-law and something of a sass-master, so she understood her comment.