CHAPTER 118 : OFF KILTER

Zander's POV.

I'm very good with social cues and reading the gestures people make, it's just that growing up as the Pack's monster and pariah I learnt not to give fuck what their subtle glances and hissed words means, but now as Selena rolled away from me and curled into herself on the bed I knew and cared about what I might have done.

All this started yesterday when we'd returned from my father's home yesterday, she'd silently slid onto my back and gripped the fur on my nape, normally Selena would run her fingers through my fur, coo at me, tug at my ears and even while I run back she'd spend most of her time trying to distract me by running her fingers up and down my fur, she'd whisper things in my ear and laugh as the wind whips through her hair.

But she'd remained silent this time instead, opting to bury her face, her reddened face, in my fur and even though she thought I didn't notice I could tell she wanted to cry.

I'd wanted to ask her about it, but then she'd slid off me and