Owen and Laurel said their goodbyes to Charles, Wendy, and Ben as the morning sun started to rise higher in the sky. Though it was still cold, the sky was clear, and the remaining snow twinkled under the bright light of the sun as it started to melt away.
Owen’s appearance seemed stiff to Laurel as they walked back to the pack house. He had been social during breakfast, but now that they were alone again, he had gone quiet. Perhaps it had to do with that meeting he had with the delta this morning? Or maybe she had unknowingly done something to make him mad? She continued to walk about a pace behind him, scared to ask what was going through his head.
The elevator pinged as the doors opened wide for them to enter. Owen finally spoke when the doors closed. “Tonight,” he started.
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