***Mia***
"What are you doing?" Mia asked Amelia as the car left the boundaries of the pack.
"I don’t want to know the location of the pack," Amelia murmured, folding the scarf she had taken from her bag and bringing it up to blindfold herself. Mia returned her focus to the narrow road through the trees, unable to believe Amelia was actually blindfolding herself.
"You don’t need to do that," she murmured, just to make sure Amelia knew that. But the truth was, with each passing second, she liked the idea of Amelia being blindfolded more, and she felt awful for thinking that way. It felt like she was being false with Amelia, but her rational side knew it was actually better if Amelia didn’t know how to locate the pack on her own.
"I know I don’t need to, but I want to," Amelia ran her
