“I didn’t do it to make a point,” I muttered. “It just… happened.”
She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter why you did it. Just that you did. And it changed things.”
I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
But I didn’t argue.
We reached the fork in the path near the edge of the school property, where the road split toward different residential compounds. I lived about half a mile further out—near the edge of pack territory. Lissa’s compound was closer, more central.
She paused where our paths divided and gave me a little wave.
“See you tomorrow?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Then added, without thinking, “Thanks.”
She smiled. “For what?”
I didn’t answer. Just turned and started down my road, the fading sun casting long shadows over the gravel.
As I walked, the silence wrapped around me again.
But it
