But I worried too.
“You haven’t said much,” Amelia said from the passenger side of the car. She looked out the window, away from me. “I know there’s a lot you want to say.”
“I’m trying to respect your feelings,” I said. I sighed. “I’m also trying to get my head around all this. Speaking without thinking has only gotten me in trouble in the past, and I want to try to do things right this time.”
I felt like I was on the edge of a knife with Amelia. One wrong word or action and I could lose everything.
I could lose her.
“You don’t want me to fight at the battle,” she said.
“No,” I told her. There was no use lying about that. She already knew how I felt.
“The pack champion has to be there,” she said.
“You don’t,” I replied.
“I do.”
“Amelia, I’m glad you are a capable fighter. I am. T
