Ambrosia POV
“Hey,” Jerome snapped his fingers in my face, returning me to the present moment. We’d just gotten past the pack house, away from the bustling noise of wolves coming to collect Stone’s body. “Focus.”
“I am,” I lied. I turned to look at him, inspecting his grim expression. “Is it really going to be okay for Elijah to leave the pack with me right now? Things still seem… turbulent.”
He huffed as we entered the scarce woods that hugged the pack house. “Turbulent is a good word for it.” He looked down at me with a frown, “No. Not really. But let me ask you this- do you need him there?”
I looked at my feet. We were near the border, but I stopped moving, afraid what I said might be overheard by the gammas on patrol. Here, in the sparse trees, I felt we had more privacy. “Jerome,
