The pack house door shut behind us with a heavy thud, but I swear I could still feel their stares clinging to my skin.
Devon didn’t say a word. He just kept his hand at the small of my back, guiding me through the trees like I might collapse without him.
“I can walk, you know,” I muttered, tugging away.
His hand tightened. “Not taking chances.”
We crunched over leaves in silence. My brain screamed at me to demand answers, but every time I opened my mouth, I caught the hard set of his jaw, the storm brewing in his eyes.
Finally, I snapped. “So… do you want to explain what that was back there? Or do you prefer to just drag girls into creepy forest mansions and let your family insult them?”
A muscle in his cheek twitched. “They’re not my family.”
“Oh, right. Just your—” I waved vaguely
