The silence was deafening on the drive back to the packhouse. At least it was awkward for me. Not a word had been spoken since we claimed each other and I didn’t know what to say, Goddess, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Why was this even bothering me? My head was turned at an uncomfortable angle in a poor attempt at hiding my face from Shane. I had chewed on my lip so much today that it was bleeding now. Even though I knew he could feel my emotions through the bond, I didn’t want him to see the panic. My throat was dry and it was a struggle keeping my breathing slow and even, but I hyper-focused on it so I didn’t sound like a pig.
No matter how slow I breathed, how hard I fought to keep my shoulders from trembling, or how much I tried not to fidget, my hands shook. Shane and I ha
