Chapter Eight
Alpha Creed's Point Of View
The trip back home was a quiet and sombre one.
The car was weirdly more stuffy and uncomfortable than usual. Silence was normal between us, Felicia and I had never been the kind of people who filled space with unnecessary conversation, but today the silence had a different quality to it. Loud in the specific way of silences that are not the absence of words but the presence of everything neither party is saying.
There were things left unsaid between us and the unsaid things were making the air thick with tension. I had lost my temper and taken it out on that pack, which had deserved it, but I was still aware that I had been more ruthless than necessary and shown more rage than the situation strictly required. I did not regret it but I was aware
