*Calvin*
What the f**k did Ada just do?
I woke up to her gone this morning, and my heart nearly stopped. I thought someone had taken her, but I found her asleep with our girl in her arms. Her arm hurt, but she would have stayed there all night.
She let me sleep beside her—me. She didn’t ask me to shift or put on more clothes. She let me stay there, her head on my arm and her hand in mine. She kissed me in a way I was completely prepared for. She was confident.
We ate breakfast together, and she smiled and giggled. She ate slowly, but she ate and didn’t get sick at all.
Ada seemed so strong all morning, but she went too far. “That was your pack,” I tell her, trying to pull her attention from my dad. “Ada. You can’t make these kinds of decisions now, not while your brain continue
