Despite Clara’s lengthy details on the Outer banks. Surprising herself even how much she had subtly picked up. From other pack members names, shops and who ran them. She felt more at ease here than she did in the wealthier areas on Nesta. There was more authenticity here. Atticus had remained completely silent. His fingers laced through Clara’s hand. Hanging onto her every word. Enjoying the tilt in her smile when she explains different parts of the Outer banks. As she tells tales of some of the folk she has encountered on her visits. He doesn’t miss the sadness in her eyes as she explains in passing why some of the wolves ended up here. His chest tightens at her pity.
Whenever she pointed or her gaze stayed on something longer than just in passing, he paid attention too. Trying to see th
