Chapter 48

He stabs a piece of chicken with his fork and places it in his mouth, after chewing he says, "I sent a letter to the council."

"Already?" I ask, astonished at his speed.

"I told you I would."

"You also said I had to stay near the pack house."

He looks at me curiously. "I did."

"But you never said anything about a guard, nor did I ever agree to one before."

"You had guards before." He sets down his fork, looking a tad cross.

"We didn't have an understanding before." I say, my voice getting a little heated.

"You didn't have psychotic-maniacs after you before." He counters.

"I'm not a child."

"No you're not." A look of confusion crosses his face. "You know, I don't even know how old you are."

And just like that, the tension between us leaves.

"I'm twenty-three." I bite my bottom lip anxiously. "I don't know how old you are either."

"Thirty-one."