Elena’s POV
How does one plan for this?
Grandma May cornered me at breakfast, holding up a list with a small, sheepish smile.
“El, can you please go with Aaron to the neighboring pack. He needs a hand bringing back supplies.”
I opened my mouth to refuse, then closed it when May smiled like she already knew I would say yes. I’ve seen that smile win too many fights. Every time.
And so, even though I didn’t want to, we left mid-morning. Aaron drove. He opened the gate and the car slid onto the old road. The only sound between us was the hum of the engine.
The silence grew heavy fast. It was not the comfortable silence of people who knew each other. I shifted in my seat and forced a small joke. “Who would have thought? You drive like a grandma.”
He didn’t laugh. His jaw
