The walk back to the main packgrounds was filled with uncomfortable silence. Lily kept a careful distance from Zayn, still processing their conversation about his scars. She’d seen a glimpse of vulnerability in him she hadn’t expected, and now she didn’t know how to act around him.
Zayn strode ahead, his broad shoulders rigid with tension. He hadn’t spoken a word since they left the vault. The night air was cool against Lily’s skin, a welcome relief after the intensity of their conversation.
When they reached the fork in the path, Lily found herself rooted to the spot. She looked at both paths nervously, knowing where they led but unsure which to take. Zayn had already gone down the path towards the main packgrounds.
When he noticed her absence and turned. “What’s wrong?”
Lily pointed nervously towards the other path, then back at herself.
Zayn’s brow furrowed. “Would you prefer to sleep out there instead?”
She considered it for a moment but shook her head.
