Mira's POV,
"I... I honestly don't understand what is going on with her. All I know is that something is off with her. Maybe you should just go on and find out on your own like you were going to. I know you would."
I don't look at him as I reach for the door again, my fingers curling around the handle with more force than I intend.
"If you're going back to the pack house, I'm going back too, so you can let me drive you back," he says, his voice low, the offer sounding more like a quiet statement than a suggestion. "It's already late out there."
"No need, I'll manage back, thanks," I reply quickly, forcing the words out before the weight in my chest can make them tremble. My voice feels tight, like there's a knot somewhere deep in my throat that refuses to loosen.
He unlocks the doors without another word, and the soft click feels like a release. I push the door open and step out, the air immediately colder, sharper, as though the world outside has been waiting for me.
