“So… where are we sitting?” Clare asked, trying to break the tension between them.
Xavier snapped out of his daze and coughed. “Oh right… Let’s go this way.”
He held out a hand and Clare stared at it stupidly for a moment before placing her hand into his. As soon as she touched his warm hand, tingles went up her arm, making her body feel all fuzzy.
She shook her head and tried to focus on where Xavier was leading them, noticing some glances and murmurs from the other werewolves there. Clare decided to ignore them, holding her head high so as to not look weak.
Werewolves hated nothing more than weakness and seeing as she was in the most powerful pack, they would all pounce her at the sight. Thankfully, Xavier’s presence was somewhat calming despite all the spiraling thoughts in her mind
