I returned to the ship with Mason and throughout the ride back to the blood moon pack I kept pondering on everything I had just heard.
What does he mean by me losing Mason? Will he be killed? I questioned myself and when he was not looking I kept stealing glances at him.
We had just gone halfway to the camp when Mason looked up to me. “Why have you been looking at me?”
“I have not been looking at you.”
“Yes you have,” he said. “I have been watching you.”
“It doesn’t matter, I am your mother and it is not a bad idea if I stare at my baby boy sometimes,” I replied and he looked at me with a frown on his face.
“It might not be a problem if you were staring appropriately instead of looking at me like I am about to die,” he startled me with his comment and I looked at him in shock.
“Wh
