"I need to take Nolan to the bathroom." The words felt awkward leaving my lips.
Alpha Nolan's seven-year-old son looked up at me with urgent eyes, his little legs pressed tightly together as he bounced from foot to foot. We'd been enjoying the outdoor market's festivities for about an hour while Landon had disappeared to "handle business" with some local pack leaders.
"Can you hold it a little longer?" I asked hopefully, scanning the crowded marketplace for Landon's towering figure. Of course, he was nowhere to be seen when I actually needed him.
"No! I really gotta go!" Nolan whined, tugging desperately at my hand.
I sighed, looking around for the public restrooms. When I spotted them across the square, I felt a rush of relief—until I realized the problem. There were clearly marked men's and women's facilities.
"Come on," I said, starting to lead him toward the women's restroom.
He dug his heels in. "I can't go in there! That's for girls!"
