Chapter 24

Distraction Time The ride had been pleasantly silent. I had been in no mood to talk about my outburst and Jonathan had – thank god – chosen to let me be. When he finally parked the car after who knows how long, I realized we were at the woods. How typical! Werewolves and their forests, I mentally snickered but felt grateful really. I liked nature, it represented all which I was not at the moment, a still and contained force –it calmed me. It also made me contemplate all that had happened. He grabbed a blanket out of the backseat and the Chinese take-out he had bought on the way here and then laid it on the grass. He cocked his head to the side in a silent invitation, not breaking the comfortable silence, and I obliged. It all felt absurdly domestic, but I had to admit I liked it. OK, I did more than just like it, I truly appreciated it. I was, truth be told, plainly grateful. 'Thank you," I muttered as I ate a forkful of the deliciously spicy noodles. 'Why, you're most welcome