Claire’s POV
That evening I met Ivan at the front of the pack house, as he had decided to take me to one of the few restaurants of the pack which just so happened to be nearby. Ivan was something of a homebody, barely socializing outside of the pack house, especially when not work related, so a night like this felt somewhat special.
When I stepped outside to meet Ivan, he was facing away from me.
“Ivan, I’m here. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”
He turned toward me, and in his hands was a bouquet of wildflowers, beautifully collected, in bloom. The flowers were wrapped in a soft pink paper. He handed the bouquet to me.
I startled a moment, confused by the gesture and surprised by it too, having not been accepting anything like this. Least of all from Ivan.
But, maybe I should have s
