Chapter 11

The journey back to the hut in the pickup truck was silent, and the interior of the vehicle was filled with the uncomfortable silence that lingered between Hunter and me. I was lost in my own thoughts, reliving the kiss we had shared on the dance floor and wondering what it meant. What was Hunter thinking? In the truck bed, Caleb and the other werewolves laughed and chatted animatedly with the girl they had brought along. I glanced at them briefly, but my mind was elsewhere.