Ginger fell asleep during the ride from her daycare to her home. The entire ride with Lyndon was mute. No music played, no finger tapping, nada.
Lyndon’s eyes would flicker from black to brown and his hands would often go white from how hard he clenched the steering wheel.
My wolf howled urging me to touch him, but I refused. Whatever Lyndon was going through was everything that he deserved.
I was the rejectee. I refused to let him have an easy transition when he was the question and answer to our demises.
After getting to the Young home, I brought Ginger to her bed and tucked her in with her teddy while Lyndon went on about his business. I took it that Kale advised him not to go back to training when I could heard the sound of water pitter-patter in the tub when we first arrived to t
