Ramsey
The journey back to the pack house passed in suffocating silence.
Our vehicles moved through the late evening like a funeral procession, as if it was carrying the corpses of victory and betrayal in equal measure.
Xander sat securely in the reinforced transport; he seemed a little willing to come with us. Just before he was loaded at the back of the truck, our gaze met and held – his had a hint of amusement.
The drive back to the pack house felt like the longest journey of my life. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, trying to process everything that had happened.
Xander's words kept reechoing in my mind. You won't tell him about the babies.
Everyone knew that Lyla was pregnant, even Lenny and Caius knew. It was just me. I was the stupid person.
