The rest of the night at Sylvia's was spent eating gooey marshmallows and melty chocolate and sitting around the fire laughing and discussing happy, hopeful things about the future. Sam and Greta were still visiting with Sylvia when August and Graeme rose to give hugs before leaving.
It was strange driving through the pitch black woods with the artificial light of the car's headlights. August doubted there was anyone else on pack land driving home in the dark. Everyone else was likely relying on their lycan night vision or running home on all fours if they were out this late.
