The drive back to Silver Crest was quiet at first, tense in the best way. Anthony’s hand rested high on Hazel’s thigh the entire three hours, thumb tracing slow, absent circles through the silk of her dress. She didn’t push him away. She didn’t speak much either. Every time he glanced over, he caught her staring out the window with that same possessive storm still simmering behind her eyes.
Isabelle and Jason wisely kept conversation light in the front mostly about which pack member would cry the hardest when they realized the ice cream had turned to soup. But even they felt the shift in the air. The bond between Alpha and mate was practically humming, loud enough that they kept exchanging knowing looks and biting back grins.
When they finally pulled through the pack gates, night had set
