ISLA'S POV
The drive back to the pack was silent. Grayson didn't speak, his eyes stayed glued to the window, not even sparing me a single glance as we drove.
I purse my lips into a thin line as I stole a glance at his features. He seemed calm, controlled and I would have believed his facade if not for the slight drumming of his fingers against his upper thigh.
"You can say whats on your mind" I blurted out.
His head whipped in my direction and my breathing froze for a second as I saw the pity in his eyes. It only lasted for a second before he looked away.
I turned, staring ahead. My eyes stayed glued to the back of viktors seat. I gulped.
Silence settled into the car again.
My fingers found the hem of my dress as I twirled it, my breathing coming out in shaky breaths as I stared a
