CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE

The drive back to Greyhound was wordless. Silence hung like a cloak hovering over the car as darkness fell over the sky. Ruby lay in the backseat of the car, watching Noah, who hadn't said a word since they left Redmoon. She had fallen asleep at some point, and when she awoke, they had crossed the pack community borders and were in Greyhound territory. Vehicles sped ahead of Noah's, and a few more tailed him, sandwiching them in protection, but as they glided deeper into the pack, they broke apart—each going their separate way while some still followed them. Ruby felt joy soar inside her. She was back home—where she belonged with her mate. Although she had new scars from the demons of her past, she knew they would never hurt her again. Ruby watched Noah. Her eyes had remained on him, but he glared straight ahead, disregarding the feel of her stare. His fingers clutched the steering wheel like a vice as he made a turn before cutting the engine. Ruby kept her eyes on him as he rounde