I watched the car that Marcel had climbed into as it disappeared down the road, and for some reason, I felt like this was the worst thing that could have happened today. It felt like he had ripped my heart out of my chest, and that he was now carrying it with him, all the way back to his pack, wherever it was that that was. I didn’t understand why I was feeling this way, but I knew that it had something to do with the conversation that the two of us had just had, and maybe a little bit of something to do with the fact that he had hugged me.
I had been caught off guard by the action, but I had managed to contain my shock, and to react just in time to hug him back. I had been so overwhelmed by it, that it had taken me mere moments to acknowledge that his scent was engulfing me in the same
