(Nisha)
We didn’t speak about it that night nor the morning after. When I was done, I stood, pulled my pants up, and brushed past him on the way back to the campsite. He returned a long few minutes later.
“The trail should be up here,” Cameron noted, the first thing he said since we packed up the camp. Every time he looked at me, I swear his cheeks pinkened, and it gave me a wild sense of self-satisfaction.
The air felt damp, and Cameron stopped glancing up; I knew he could sense things, feel things that I didn’t, and I knew that must have been from his insane amount of wildly specific knowledge as much as it did his heightened senses being a wolf.
“What does it feel like?” I asked him.
He stilled for a second and glanced back at me. “It feels like rain, a storm, maybe.” He frowne
