Chapter 56

Ebony's POV

Ford’s expression was stony as he drove, his left foot tapping the floor of the car. I wasn’t bothered by him; Rocco’s brother had probably been a friend to him too, if not a brother. But I didn’t know what to say or do to help him, so I just gripped his hand tightly in mine and remained quiet.

We stopped at one of those drive-through places with healthy food, and I didn’t say a word when Ford ordered at least three times more food than even three werewolves could eat. He set it all on the back seat, maintaining his grip on my hand.

He pulled away from the drive-through and parked in one of the spaces, letting go of my hand as he leaned over the steering wheel, his breathing hitching as he swallowed roughly.

Instinct told me to ask him if he was okay, even though I knew it was a stupid question and he was not okay.

“What can I do?” I whispered instead.

“I don’t know.” His voice was gruff, his head lowering to the steering wheel. “Fuck