Draven was lingering more now than I think he had done in a long time. Perhaps it was because the pack was in danger, and he needed to know it would be okay. I thought he seemed to be struggling as much as me with being holed up within the Alpha suite, or so I had believed, until he started forcing conversation with the weakling.
He seemed to want to talk to her when all I craved was my space and silence. These were things I could usually find within my home, but right now I had Mari invading my home. And Draven was evermore present than he had been in a long time. Making the solitude I needed hard to find.
The two of us were sitting awkwardly at either end of my large sofa. Barely speaking a word, and sharing only awkward glances. Far from ideal. I wanted nothing more than to abandon
