Grayson pov
We drove in relative silence towards the Blood Moon pack, and I was thankful Zain had tinted windows so I was able to pull my hood down. It was relatively hot as I turned on the air conditioner, a soft country song playing on the radio. “You don’t strike me as the type of guy to listen to country.” I said to him, breaking the silence.
He looked at me, smirking. “This is your CD.” He said, changing the song to another one. It was another country song. The songs were familiar and I found myself tapping my fingers on my knee, wondering if I had used to sing along, before.
“So I like country music?” I asked him, wonder in my voice. I had been doing this to Zain a lot, the last months since I woke up. Asking him questions about myself, and I was surprised that he always seemed
