George
The drive back home was made in almost total silence. The adrenaline high that all of us had been running on for the last goddess knows how many hours, had dissipated and now the full weight of the events was truly sinking in.
We had all dressed in the simple clothing available to us in the transport and had also quickly wiped ourselves down so we didn’t look like a complete horror show for our mates. Despite my insistence, Shane had been determined to drive us, wanting to keep his mind on anything else other than the loss of his father. He had stepped up remarkably today. Charles would have been proud of him.
As we drew closer to the pack, I could feel the mind-link grow stronger. I already knew Shane was most likely speaking with his mate, Naomi, by how his breathing faltered
