We walked back to our home, not that I could consider it one yet. But it was where I hid my head now, and it was enough.

The pack pressed upon us as they noticed us, stopping to ask about us, and I took the opportunity to move close to him, even holding his hands.

Micah would never deny me in public, so I had better take advantage of that, and I pressed unto him the more, enjoying the privilege that came with being in public.

But once we stepped into his home, his forehead furrowed in a deep frown, and he directed everything to me. “What the hell was...