Jojo’s P.O.V.
The drive back to Raven’s house was quiet, but in the kind of way that felt peaceful rather than awkward. (Yes, the drive, Because of course, the werewolf had hidden his truck on one of the parking lots leading up to the trail.) Lucy had fallen asleep in the backseat, her little head tilted to the side, her stuffed bunny clutched tightly in her arms. Raven drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh like he needed to keep me anchored to him.
Not that I was complaining.
It felt… natural. Being here with them. Like this was the life I had unknowingly been walking toward all along.
When we pulled up to the house, I expected to step inside and be greeted by the familiar coziness of Raven’s place. What I wasn’t expecting however, was Gran, standing on the
