Chapter Eighty
Trina’s POV
Logan’s windows are tinted, making it impossible for anyone to see through the glass. Still, I press my face against it, looking at the members of the pack as they go about their daily activities, wondering if there is any difference between this and what I experienced staying amongst humans. We all have almost the same level of exposure because our kind sometimes makes the decision to mingle with humans when going for education or the acquisition of some other skills.
But it still hits different being among people of the like minds and beings. We drive past a body of water and my mouth falls open when I see youngsters on the cliff diving into the water like their favorite hobby. I can pick up their laughter, and the excitement in their tone. It is obvious tha
