"Okay, but I don't want that for you. It worries me to see you out here. It’s not safe," he states firmly.
"You've had your patrols keeping an eye on me ever since I arrived. Honestly, I think this is the safest place for me right now," I say, catching him off guard. Clearly, he didn't realize I was onto his little surveillance operation. But I’m not a f*****g i***t; I can tell when I’m being watched.
"Please, just come back to the pack house. Sleep in your old room, and we can sort everything out," he urges.
I paused for a moment, and I had to admit that the thought of that familiar bed at the pack house was becoming more appealing by the second. The idea of camping was losing its charm, especially having to shower at school every morning.
So, I stood up but didn’t take his hand. Inst
