““Why did you come back here, then? Why risk it? Couldn’t you find a place where you wouldn’t have any other Packs to deal with?” He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing a snowflake from my eyelashes. “You know why I came back.” My heart started beating against my ribcage as if it was trying to break free. “The fried chicken they serve at The Farmhouse?” “I came back for you, Scout.” I had to say something. Something clever. Something dazzling. Something to make this moment perfect. “I hope the snow sticks.””
