The house was way quieter that night because most of the pack was out on patrol and only a few guards were hanging around and I stayed in the living room sitting on the big couch with a blanket over my legs and a book in my lap but I wasn't really reading it because my mind kept going back to Jax.

He'd been acting weird all day walking around with that same calm look he always had but something heavier underneath and I could tell by how he moved and how he wouldn't look at me when we passed ...