Amelia’s POV
Even alone, Damien didn’t tell me if anything was wrong. He smiled and kissed me, and we held each other through the nights. When we were in the estate, everything seemed fine. It was only when we were outside of it, that he seemed strange, always looking around like he was expecting something to happen.
After a few days, it became time to return to Damien’s pack. I needed to handle that half of the banquet planning, and it seemed unfair to do that over the phone or online when I had gone to all the appropriate stores and rental places in person here in Jake’s pack.
As Damien loaded the car, the girls and I hugged Mom and Dad extra tightly. It was a difficult goodbye, which seemed silly. After all, we’d see each other in only a few short weeks at the banquet itself.
Maybe
