Chapter 48

He stabs a piece of chicken with his fork and places it in his mouth, after chewing he says, "I sent a letter to the council."  "Already?" I ask, astonished at his speed. "I told you I would." "You also said I had to stay near the pack house."  He looks at me curiously. "I did." "But you never said anything about a guard, nor did I ever agree to one before." "You had guards before." He sets down his fork, looking a tad cross. "We didn't have an understanding before." I say, my voice getting a little heated. "You didn't have psychotic-maniacs after you before." He counters. "I'm not a child." "No you're not." A look of confusion crosses his face. "You know, I don't even know how old you are." And just like that, the tension between us leaves. "I'm twenty-three." I bite my bottom lip anxiously. "I don't know how old you are either."