The drive with Dylan to their uUniversity for class was solemn. Alyssaa’s ankle was doing much better after a full nights rest and a nurse had firmly wrapped a bandage for support. but when she asked Dylan about his interrogation of the rogue wolf, Dylan simply flexed his right hand, forming a fist. Alyssa noticed that he had a deep scar running across allhis knuckles. He must have been hurt pretty badly last night to still be healing in the morning.
“Thanks for coming early with me,” Alyssa said as they got out of the car.
Dylan shrugged. “It made sense since we both had to come here anyway,” he muttered.
“I have to stop in at my office first….would you like to go with me?” She ventured hesitantly.
Dylan shrugged, broodingly motioning for her to lead the way. But when Alyssa reac
