As we were driving, I realized we weren’t heading back to the house. It looked like we were heading out of town. I glanced over at Stanton and he seemed very focused.
“Umm… Where are we going, Stanton?” I asked.
“Pack house.” He replied tersely.
“Why? My house is much closer.” I told him.
“Safer.”
“Am I going to get more than that? It’s not any safer than any other structure, just full of wolves. Steven is in custody. He won’t be able to come to the shop. Stanton, we don’t need to bother them.” I said.
“Clover. We are going to the pack house. I will feel better if we spend the night there. Your shop is closed for the full moon tomorrow. You don’t need to be there. Don’t argue. This is what’s happening.” Stanton insisted.
I could feel the agitation of his bear. They must have
