All Chapters of The Love of a Werewolf: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Wren stretched out in bed first. Jackson was talking on the phone with Kia. He stood highlighted from the window. Wren’s lips tingled as he thought back to the garden. It wasn’t his first kiss, not technically, and the thought hurt him more than it should.He wanted something like that to be a first kiss. Something that made his heart beat fast in excitement, not fear. Something that wasn’t rushed or painful. Jackson glanced at him and smiled when they made eye contact.“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jackson said into the phone and hung up on the call. “Hey, what are you thinking about?” His smile was easy on his lips. His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. Wren’s chest warmed and heat coiled low in his groin at the memory of Jackson’s breath hitching. The memory of Jackson’s lips encouraging his own.“Earlier,” Wren said.Jackson hummed and approached the bed. He sat on the edge,

Wren held Jackson’s hand as they drove back to the border. Not a mile went by that he didn’t pull it up to press a kiss to his knuckles. Jackson kept his grins to himself. Wren wasn’t this openly affectionate with kisses around others, but as soon as they were in the car, it was like kissing was the only thing on his mind.If they had time, Jackson would pull over somewhere, but they didn’t have time. The border crossing station was within view. Four cop cars sat across the border. “Can you hear them?” Jackson asked.“Yeah, but they’re not talking about anything. Just complaining that this was a waste of time,” Wren said.Jackson nodded and directed the car off the main road and down the dirt path his Grandpa had picked them up from. He pulled to a stop far enough away from the border station that it was out of sight and Wren could barely pick up sounds from them.They walked the path they’d walk

They bought the bus. His dad never called. They had the bus done to look exactly like the biggest bus company’s buses. His dad never called. The hotel was in their name. Their charity status was active. His dad never called.Jackson didn’t know why it bothered him so much. It was basically what he’d expected. Except… not a single call? Nothing? Not even a ‘you’ll pay for this’ comment?Jackson stared at his silent phone then reached forward and turned it off. He had a new phone now anyway. He didn’t need to keep the old one on or charged. There was no one calling. No one would be calling. It was stupid to keep thinking about it.“Hey.” There was a knock on the open bedroom door. Jackson looked up to see Liam standing there. “You really think we’re ready for this?”“Fuck yeah we’re ready for this!” Kia’s voice called from down the hall. Her

Liam called in a massive order to a fast food place when they were an hour away from it. Jackson parked at the gas station next door and started filling the tank. Liam ran in to get the breakfast sandwiches and Kia took a couple of the wolves in at a time for a bathroom break. They were hoping to not stop again until nightfall.Liam handed out the sandwiches - biscuit, egg, and sausage for everyone, and gave everyone more bottles of water. They held their breaths as they pulled away and the uneasiness didn’t fade as nothing happened.Four in the afternoon and Kia took over driving. Places were too busy to stop so Jackson handed out snacks from the duffle Liam had packed. Jackson dozed next to Wren. They hadn’t been able to stop for a bathroom break in awhile and no one on the bus had complained about having to use the tiny toilet on the bus. No one on the bus had said much of anything, really.Jackson woke up as the sun was setting. He found John and

Jackson was warm in Wren’s arms. The sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten. A young child was crying down the hall and a woman was shushing him gently. There was quiet clattering in the kitchen. Liam was snoring next door.In an hour, everyone would be waking up. Margaret would be serving food. Liam would be laughing about whatever amusing thing he’d found. Kia would be talking about whatever crossed her mind… and an entire busload of wolves would be trying to figure out what they were supposed to be doing now.Wren pressed his lips to the top of Jackson’s head and pulled away. A quick shower, and he made his way to the kitchen. Margaret was steadily cracking a large flat of eggs into a massive bowl. She smiled at him when he walked in.“I’m afraid it’s a little too time intensive to make the scones,” she said. “But if you wait a bit I can have some bacon and eggs ready for you.”