Amara's POV
The ride to school was oddly quiet. After the moment Ryder and I shared this morning, everything felt... different. The air between us had shifted, like the weight we’d been carrying for weeks had finally been lifted, if only a little. But the tension was still there, lingering in the background, like a storm on the horizon waiting to make its move.
Ryder drove in silence, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual. I could tell he was still processing everything. I was too. The bond, our feelings, the mess we’d all gotten tangled in—it was overwhelming.
But for now, in this moment, I didn’t want to think about it. I wanted to enjoy the simple things, like the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, the gentle hum of the engine, and the feeling of Ry
