George
My heart was hammering so hard in my chest, I thought it was going to burst. I wished we had brought a driver, so I didn’t have to leave Alice’s sweet, soft body and slide back behind the wheel. It was Gillian’s turn to drive, but she was so giddy I didn’t trust her on the road. The forty-minute drive back to the pack house was the longest of my life, especially when I kept looking in the rearview mirror, seeing the two of them pressed together, and knowing that I was missing out on that closeness. But I couldn’t help but wonder how much of her easy agreement was the influence of the mating bond, and how much was her own desire.
We took her in through the garage, and again warned the pack to clear out and give us way. Gillian gave me a look as we led her back to our bedroom
