~ A M E L I A ~
The drive home was deathly silent.
It wasn’t that we had nothing to say to each other, but that we had said too much to each other. What once was something casual and seemingly harmless that we shared was now something…
Messy.
It was all so messy. I was getting too tired of it all.
As Everett parked his car, I stared into the forest where my cottage was hidden. My life didn’t seem real—living alone in a pack of werewolves, trying to find out more about my birth parents and who I am, and a curse preventing the pack from being who they truly are. So much…too much has happened these past few months. What a wild ride it’s been.
Everett sighed.
I couldn’t look at him. I knew why he was sighing; we both knew what was happening.
‘Thanks for the ride back,’ I sniffle
