Chapter 134

"Ron," I correct but Adam makes no move to correct himself. Instead, before I can help myself, I blurt, "are you nervous?" Adam shifts in place and Stella watches the exchange from the living room, quickly catching my eyes and turning, understanding the conversation is rather private, no matter if we do live in a house of werewolves with supernatural hearing.  "No," He answers calmly but I can see through him. I always have been able to. It's the visible shake of his fingers as they settle on the wooden table and the unwillingness to meet my eyes.  "Good," is all reply. I don't want to ask him if he's sure he's ready -- just in case anything is to happen and he is to face his father -- this is merely patrol. Nothing will occur and if it is to, then we will be informed immediately. But it's still a risk, one even Adam understands.  "Yeah," he breathes. "It's just a patrol, anyway," he says, echoing my thoughts.  "It is," I