CIARA’S POV
The morning air was crisp against my skin when we stepped outside the pack house. Darragh's car was parked in the circular driveway, gleaming black under the sun. I hefted my bag over my shoulder, the weight of it reminding me that I'd be spending weeks away from him at the academy.
"Let me get that," Darragh said, reaching for my bag.
I handed it over, watching the way his muscles flexed as he lifted it effortlessly. He opened the trunk and placed it inside with careful precision, like everything he did. When he turned back to me, there was something soft in his expression.
"Ready?" he asked.
I nodded, sliding into the passenger seat. The interior smelled like him - that warm, woodsy scent that I'd grown to associate with safety and home. He settled behind the wheel, his
