#Chapter 338 – Quite the Display

Jackson walks at my side as we all together troop out of the castle. He doesn’t need to say anything at all for me to know that he’s dead proud of me, and thinks I’m amazing, and eloquent, and finally stepping into my power. No, I can tell all of that simply by the way he stands steady at my side, by how his wolf prowls around mine in a predatory circle, snarling with a happy possessiveness that fills me with a great deal of joy. Rafe walks at my other side, his shoulders back and his chin high. He looks down at me as Jesse moves ahead with the Captain, leading us to where we went yesterday with mom and Cora. “Proud of you, trouble,” Rafe murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear, brushing the back of my hand with his. “You look like mom, but you talk like dad. Scary stuff.” I beam up at my brother, laughing a little, taking his words for the high compliment that they are. “Does that mean you look like dad and talk like mom?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He bursts out