Chapter 12

Amelia POV

I could feel the heat crawling up my neck and spreading across my cheeks like fire licking at dry wood. I bit my bottom lip to stop my embarrassment. My face must’ve been as red as the tomatoes I used to slice in the pack house kitchen back at the Crimson Crescent pack. I tried to look anywhere but at him, while his gaze remained forward as he carried me to the car.

No one had picked me