Chapter 56.

STACY.

As Jason and I pull up to one of the fancy restaurants around the pack, my mind is still racing... The memory of the van, the screeching tires, and Jason’s arms around me flashes through my thoughts again and again.

I shift in my seat, feeling anxious of what almost happened, but Jason doesn’t say anything. His face is set in stone, his grip firm on the steering wheel as he parks the car.

The silence between us is thick. Part of me wants to say something—thank him again, maybe—but I swallow the words. I’m not ready to unpack whatever this is between us.

Jason opens the door for me and I step out of the car to walk besides him like old days. The moment we enter the restaurant, I spot Jason’s mother, sitting at a table with some of the pack’s high-society ladies finishing up what looked like a meeting. As soon as her eyes land on us, her face twists in surprise while she waves a hand for us to go to her.

“Stacy,” she says, blinking as if trying to make sense of my slig