Wren POV
Charlie and I are standing on the front porch of the Gravestone Pack house. Our hands are barely brushing together, but the tension between us is thick. I am not sure what happened two nights ago, but I am eager for it to happen again.
Destin is being decidedly tight-lipped about why he was suddenly okay with Charlie joining us. But, to be fair, I haven't asked. I think I might be too afraid to know the truth. Still, I don't regret it. Now, if he would only be on time today, my parents will be here any minute.
"Do you think he will show up?" I whisper to Charlie.
Charlie groans. "He would not miss an opportunity to cause chaos. He will be here."
I look up at Charlie, and his jaw is tight. If he is displeased with our arrangement, he hasn't said so, but he has been
