Seraphine's POV
Ever since I confronted Dr. Johnson about professional conduct at his hospital, anxiety had been eating away at me. I kept waiting for Theodore to unleash his anger on me for overstepping boundaries.
Instead, Theodore reassured me that my actions were justified. Relief flooded through me. He hadn't scolded me for my bold words to the doctor. His validation was all I craved. The rest of the world could disappear for all I cared.
During our drive back to pack territory, we remained quiet. That kiss he gave me had worked magic, settling my frayed nerves.
The knots in my shoulders loosened and my spirit felt renewed.
When he stopped to pick up takeout along the route, I watched him curiously. The aroma of grilled meat and fresh bread wafted through the car windows. What was going through his mind?
Instead of heading straight home, he turned away from our usual path and guided us deeper into the forest. Confusion swept over me.
