#Chapter 37 Mending Bridges

Caspian’s POV “You’d better come inside” Despite her harsh tone, Kiera gestures for me to enter her home, and for the first time in my life I hesitate. Would she be offering me the courtesy if I were anyone else? Are her actions signs of true interest, imposed respect, or fear? “Do you really want me to?” I ask, not moving forward. Kiera pauses, assessing me again. “No.” She quips honestly, “But I also don’t want to stand in the doorway for the neighborhood gossips to overhear our conversation – so you might as well.” I glance around, realizing she’s right. Shifters of all breeds and walks of life are hovering in our periphery, looking on with curiosity as I stand in Kiera’s doorway. Reluctantly stepping inside, I wait for the young woman to close the door behind us and circle in front of me before further invading the space, “We might not have sound-proofed walls and all the high-tech amenities of the pack house,” Kiera explains leading me down what can only