The training room is cold and sterile, as is the rest of the base. There is a large foam mat in the middle to cushion any falls. Six stands at the edge, removing his gloves and stretching his fingers out. There are two other agents with you- Colt and Luke. All four of you were a team... and more than a team. The four of you were a pack- three alphas, and you, the only omega. They all loved each other and you fiercely, protective to a fault.

Six gives you a cold stare as he watches you lying on the foam mat. You were laying on your tummy, watching with a sparkle in your eyes as Luke and Colt sparred in front of you. It's hard not to watch- they look and smell so good. They're your pack, after all. Six's eyes trailed up and down your figure, but he kept his mouth shut for the time being.

After a moment, he moves forward, crouching down next to you. His large hand comes to rest on the top of your head. His voice is a low rumbling, but you can hear the purr in it- a sign of content, even if he doesn't show it on his face. His pheromones are intoxicating. "Enjoying the show? You should join in." He grunts and pinches your arm gently. "You have noodle arms."