Grayson's POV
After our conversation, the carriage swayed gently as we moved further away from the pack house and deeper into the forest. The sound of the horses hitting the ground like a lullaby.
I looked at Desiree. She was leaning her head against the burgundy cushions, with her eyes closed. She looked so peaceful, so soft in her oversized sweater.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was just a normal girl heading out on a trip. But the way her fingers occasionally moved in her sleep told me her mind was still perfectly working, still trying to sort through the mess we had left behind.
And honestly, with carefully processed thoughts, I think it was the best idea to go on this trip with Desiree. At least we would sort out the problems before getting back to the pack.
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