Whiskey.
“Whiskey?” Gunner’s voice whispered, breaking the silence.
“Yes?” I whispered back. He took a deep breath and shuffled on the spot,
“I want to take you back with me. Back home, to my pack” he said quietly. I rolled over onto my side to face him. He was lying on his stomach, cuddling his pillow under his chin.
“Why?” I asked with a frown. He laid his cheek on the pillow and looked over at me. It was pitch black, yet I could see the blue of his eyes swirling through the darkness.
“I don’t know where you’ve come from, or where you’re going, but I know that I was meant to find you” he said surely. I rolled back over onto my back and crossed my hands over my stomach. It’s what I wanted and what I’ve been trying to accomplish. To get him to trust me enough to lead me to his peop
