Elena - POV
Drake and I sat together throughout the entire journey to Canada. Drake had a talent for making people happy, and his witty remarks were a hit with the team. There was a lightness in the air that lifted my spirits. I tried not to dwell on Silas's confession, but it kept intruding into my thoughts. It was still hard to accept that shifters existed and weren't just a myth. I wondered what else existed in the world.
"Are you okay?" Drake asked. I gave a brief nod and forced a grin to hide my troubled expression.
"Hey, I have another script idea you might like to hear," Drake said, catching me off guard.
"You're a writer too? You're talented," I chimed in with enthusiasm.
"Hey, I'm no writer, just an idea if you enjoy the storyline. I can hire a scriptwriter to work on it."
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