Atticus insisted on walking Clara to the region of their pack named as the Outer Banks. Despite Clara’s repeated decline of offer. Atticus’ perseverance won in the end. “Are you sure you don’t want company, it doesn’t need to be me. I’m worried Clara” Clara raises her hand stopping Atticus’ looping rambling.
“I don’t need a babysitter”
“That’s not what I’m saying!” Clara raises her brows in warning to Atticus’ raised voice. He patters down quickly. “I mean, you don’t know what it’s like in this area. If I can’t protect you, at least allow me to have someone else to protect you” Atticus was moments away from getting on his knees and begging. He never wanted to see Clara in trouble. It was painful enough at the midnight run. Being the sole perpetrator to her pain recently curdled his insid
