Daisy
“Where do you think you're going?” I leaned against the truck Shepard was loading tools into and crossed my arms as I stared at him.
“I was going to do a quick check of the fences,” he shrugged, and I could tell he meant for it to look nonchalant, but didn't quite pull it off. He refused to look at me and his movements were oddly jerky.
“And skip lunch?” I lifted one eyebrow in question, a smirk firmly attached to my lips.
“I'm brown bagging today,” he pointed to a paper sack sitting on the passenger seat. “I'll be back before dark.”
“Are you really so afraid of his lycan?” I couldn't help but laugh.
“She's not his lycan,” he pointed out with a soft growl, causing me to blink in surprise at the heat of his denial. “And I'm not afraid of her.”
“Of course not,” I scoffed, “you'r
