We drove on sideways again, almost the whole next day and part of the night and I insisted we switched places. Finally calmed, Mark wasn’t looking at me anymore, as if he was afraid to face me even though he had agreed to stay by my side. He still expected me to blame him for something, as if he felt guilty for what happened. Maybe he should, maybe we both should, but some part of me, the feral one, the wolf, didn’t give a damn. These Lycans we had to take down, they got what was coming for them. They defied me, and they threatened me and the most important person in my life, and they didn’t leave us any choice. Did I want what happened back then to repeat? No, of course not. But I would do it a thousand times again if it meant Mark would be safe and those bastards paid for following a fan
