The drive home had been quiet besides Ajax's occasional outburst that Aila missed dearly, no matter how crazy and spontaneous. Finn was in the driver's seat, quiet and thoughtful, possibly thinking about his mate who had to remain with Chase and the hunters. In the middle of the six-seater car, Aila sat with Damon sprawled out, his head resting on her lap. In the back, Davian was still restrained, with Zeph remaining by his side until he was given the clear that Cassius had been dealt with.
She had not uttered a word, only smiling at Ajax and Finn bickering, mind-linking Harry and Aldric who ran outside in their lycan forms, as she watched her mate sleep, her hand stroking his dark locks away from his brow. It was surreal that she was with her mate, in the car with others of her pack, returning to Silverthorne. It had only been six weeks away from Damon, away from her pack, but it felt so much longer.
