-Claire’s P.O.V.-
There is always a feeling that hits the moment I step into the territory of my old pack. It’s like a force. Not pressing or suffocating, but rather comforting. I know this place.
I am home.
It nudges me awake. I look around for a moment, then tap Landon on the shoulder to let him know I am up. He smiles. “Took you a while there, daydreamer.”
I take in his face for a moment, the set of his eyes, the way his smile trembles slightly before he sets it straight again. I frown. “You are tired.”
Landon blinks. Turns away. “Well, it has been a long trip.”
I tighten my hold on him. “That’s not what I meant.”
Landon stiffens, then whispers, “Yeah, I know.”
Silence settles again.
“We are almost home,” a new voice interferes. Jake. I hadn’t realized
