Enrique
The ride back to the pack’s territory was heavy with silence. Not the companionable kind we had sometimes shared before, but thick, suffocating silence that pressed against the windshield and rattled between us like unspoken confessions.
Daisy sat in the passenger seat, arms folded tightly across her chest. She hadn’t said a word since the bathroom. Not when she dressed, not when we got out of the house, not even when I opened the car door for her like I always did. She was keeping her distance, protecting herself from me.
Good. She should.
But that didn’t stop the hollow ache gnawing through my chest.
I didn't know what she had told her brothers to be allowed back even before we had left, but I knew that she would as avoiding me.
My hands strangled the steering wheel, knuckl
