Eden’s pov:
The walk back to the pack house was enjoyable. It was roughly 4 songs away, and I found myself humming to the tunes I was listening to.
Miles had offered me a ride on his Honda bike… Only I was somewhat afraid of high speed, and highly concerned about what Hunter might do to him. He had already shown that he could be territorial, whether he and I were supposed to be endgame or not.
Training was a tedious affair as per usual, but I pushed myself to my limits, even though my muscles protested to the moon and back.
Peter’s gaze would often stray to me, and I wondered if he was worried I might pass out from exhaustion at some time. In his eyes, I thought I saw questions swimming freely. No word ever left his lips though. And I ended up deluding myself into believing it was
