The ride back to the Pack was a silent journey, punctuated only by the hum of the engine and the occasional shift of seats. I oscillated between sleep and staring out of the window, the landscape outside a blurry tableau of greens and browns. Whenever consciousness returned, a heavy silence enveloped us, a stark contrast to the usual banter or shared conversations.
The first time I stirred from my slumber, Caleb occupied the driver's seat, his focused gaze fixed on the road ahead. A brief nap later, and the roles had reversed – Ezra was now at the helm, navigating the familiar route back home. The lack of communication among us cast a somber shadow inside the confines of the Jeep, an unspoken agreement to dwell in our thoughts.
As the Jeep maneuvered closer to the Red Moon Pack territory
