Chapter 113

• "Tell me, what did you pick up from Tiana?" Louis asked, breaking the silence that had settled in the dark SUV as we drove toward Peter and Louis’s pack. The scent of cherries and tobacco wafted from the front, where two guards sat in dark clothing. Kat was squeezed in beside Louis and Peter, and though the fit was awkward, I refused to let her take another vehicle. Having lost both a mate and a best friend, I wasn't willing to risk it again, even if we were headed to safety. Kat didn’t seem to mind and actually liked Louis.
• Reflecting on Louis’s question, I realized it was difficult to interpret someone based on a brief encounter. Emotions were multifaceted and complex. Anger and hatred could mix into a noxious blend that poisoned the soul, while joy and fondness could form lasting connections that nurtured love.
• "She's very confident, but not headstrong. More like she's seen the worst of the world but refuses to let it harden her," I said honestly. I hadn't picked up much else and didn’t want to give false information, so I shifted the topic. "You care about her a lot; I can feel it. She's family in your heart."