Chapter 82

“Not much of a deal.” 

“And yeah, but I want to know.” 

I sighed and looked out the window. The scenery was beautiful. Tall trees and green bushes could be seen. The window was down halfway so the wind blew in my face and played with my hair. 

The air smelt sweet. Not like chocolate, or lavender. It smelt like peace. 

“Clothes. I left my clothes under the bed in the room,” I informed Billy. 

He scoffed lightly. “You’re talking about the bloody ones?” 

“Yes.” I kept my eyes out on the beauty of nature. 

“Why would you want that?” He sounded confused and taken aback. “I know that they may be one of the only things you have from the day that your pack was wiped out but come on, are they not a trigger for you?” 

He had a good point. But I was not going to leave them. Those clothes did not just remind me of the day that my pack was wiped out. It reminded me of him; of Dalton. Yes, it reminded me of a very te