From the way they spoke to each other, it was clear there was something steady between Benjamin and Sally. Not loud, not obvious, but real. The kind of bond that had been tested over time and still held firm. Still, the night was getting late, and Sally did not try to keep us there. Whatever remained unsaid would have to stay that way for now.
I got into the car and watched the scenery slide past the window in silence. Ashton started the engine and drove smoothly, his presence calm and controlled. After a while, he asked, "What do you feel like eating?"
I shook my head slightly. "I'm not feeling particularly hungry."
My thoughts stayed on Sally. The impression she left behind was hard to ignore. She carried herself with a quiet strength, the kind that made others naturally уступ their space. There was a certainty in her presence, like someone who had long accepted her place within the pack structure and no longer needed to prove it.
