Happy Home

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'm sorry you were caught by surprise and that I didn't explain it to you. I was surprised last night, too," he paused, remembering the intensity of the energy in the forest and how it had overtaken him like it had never done previously.

With one hand, he tilted her chin to look at him. "I guess this is all new to me, too," he whispered against her. She didn't answer, but her eyes softened gazing into his. "Are we okay?" he asked, rubbing her arms.

August growled softly at the ease with which he was able to sway her. She couldn't stay mad at him. "We're okay," she said quietly. "Let's see this atrocious car of yours."

Not too much further and before they reached the turnoff to the pack house, Graeme veered left onto a small dirt road that cut through the woods. The road curved to the right, sloping upward until finally a two story English style stone cottage came into view.