Carlson sighed as he saw Andrew leave the tavern/bar out the front. There was nothing he could do about that. Andrew was his own rebellion wrapped up in a package of testosterone and defiance. There was nothing he could do about that except pray that he respected him a bit. Carlson didn't worry all that much though. He knew that Andrew was smart. He was the best Omega they had - if anyone could take care of that suspected hunter, it was him. He had half a mind to name him the head Omega, where he a better listener. But regardless, Carlson kept his eye on his pack, watching them drink and scoping out the various peoples in the bar that might be eligible to join the pack. The barista had been in his sights for a while. Not so much for his sake, but for Stiofan's. She had a good head on her shoulders, and when the manager wasn't around, she kept the bar in line better than he'd seen anyone else do so int he years he'd been coming to the bar. She'd make a good Omega along with Stiofan, when he deemed them ready, that is. But he still needed to think about it.