REBECCA
Reiner was waiting for me in the hallway, leaning against the great doors of the pack house: a smile lit up his face when he saw me, and it warmed my heart.
He’s feeling better.
I walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, giving me a quick kiss: then, he freed one of his arms to open the door, and we walked out.
The pack lands were quiet and silent at that hour: most of the people were home already, and were already asleep or getting ready to. Only a few people still hung around – mainly patrol wolves or young couples, busy making out and pushing past the limits of their curfew.
They stole our spot, Reiner chuckled as he tipped his head towards one of those couples, hidden behind the gardener’s shed – the place where we used to sneak out to and hide to ma
