Caleb
The hum of the plane's engines was a low, constant background noise as I stretched my legs in the seat, glancing out at the vast ocean below. The island of Hawaii wasn't too far now, and for the first time in a while, I felt the anticipation of something beyond pack business. I turned my gaze to Ava, seated beside me, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the armrest.
"You doing alright?" I asked, my voice soft yet steady, trying to gauge her comfort level.
Ava's eyes flicked over to me, and she smiled, her expression relaxed but a bit distant.
"Surprisingly, yes. I thought flying for the first time would make me more anxious, but… it's not so bad." I raised an eyebrow.
"Not so bad? We've hit turbulence twice, and you haven't even blinked. Most werewolves would've been clawing their way out of the window by now." I leaned in a little, teasing her with a grin. Ava laughed, shrugging.
"Guess I'm just full of surprises."