Derrick's POV
The journey back to the pack house was quiet. For some reason, I allowed Nathan to ride in the car with me. He sat beside me quietly, sneaking glances that never crossed his mind I could see.
My expression remained calm, though to others, it might have appeared cold, unapproachable. I kept my distance—physically, mentally—from Nathan. I had no desire to be close to someone who'd been touched by another man. There was something different about him now, but whatever the reason, it couldn't be sensed. Not fully.
Not that it bothered me. The past was gone. Nathan was here. Kamari was far away. Kade was dead. There was nothing left to worry about.
We pulled up at the pack house, and for some reason, Nathan looked surprised. He glanced out the window, then turned to me, blinking. "We're at the pack house?" he asked softly.
I didn't even bother looking at him when I answered coldly, "Of course we are."
