Hours later, long after the rest of the pack, Adela included, have gone home, I’m standing at the window of our bedroom when I hear the door open.
My heart speeds up because I’m nowhere near ready for this conversation, and I regret not having accepted Adela’s invitation to stay the night with her.
I don’t turn around because I know who it is. Instead, even though it’s night outside and I don’t have a view of a beautiful blue sky with fluffy white clouds that I can never get enough of, I keep my gaze trained on the window.
The sound of a door snicking closed, followed by the soft tread of steps approaching, means I don’t need to turn to know everything that’s happening at my back.
I shouldn’t be surprised when Mack steps into my body, yet somehow, I am.
His hands are gentle as they cl
