(Caius)
We came back through the side door as the dark settled fully over the territory.
She slid off my back at the edge of the grounds and I shifted behind the nearest wall and dressed and came back around and we walked the last stretch to the door together without speaking. The pack house was warm when we stepped inside and the contrast with the cold outside was immediate and real.
She stopped in the corridor and looked at me.
There was something different in her face from what had been there when we left. Not dramatic. Just settled in a way it hadn't been before we went. The lake had done something and the conversation had done something and the kiss had done something and all of it together had produced a version of her expression that I hadn't seen before and was still learning t
