Jared Pov
“How’d I become a damn chauffeur?” Ashton muttered. I grinned, listening to Easton give a soft laugh, and ran my fingers through his hair once more. We were sitting in the back of Ashton’s car while he drove us back to the pack. Ashton’s grandparents. I had never met them. They were elders but chose to live in a house away from the other Elders, closer to the pack. They were strange, kept quiet, and never really came to events in the pack. I turned to look at Easton, sighing in relief at the vision of his ashe-blond hair pressed against my chest, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He was here, right here, next to me. Right where he belonged. I wasn’t going to let anyone take him away, not again.
“Sorry, Ashton,” Easton muttered, making me feel a small flutter spread thr
