“Just wear your damn seatbelt,” I growled, glaring at her cousin.
He raised his hands in front of him and frowned. “I happen to have an excellent driving record.”
Doubtful.
We stepped outside and said our goodbyes. My mate climbed into her cousin’s car, laughing and feigning shock at his jokes, and I shook my head.
“Things are really changing around here,” Sam muttered.
“It’s her,” I whispered. “She’s changed everything. I’m not sure how to react to anything anymore.”
In the short amount of time she’d been in Magic Side, Savannah had managed to accomplish something that most thought unimaginable—a truce between the LaSalles and Laurents. Defying a prophecy. Defeating the Dark God.
Sam laughed. “True.”
I turned to my truck but frowned as I got a look at her left arm. “You’re not healing like you should.”
She looked down at her shoulder. “That thing? It’s fine but will probably leave a scar.”
“You’re a werewolf. You shouldn’t scar.”
“Yeah, well the Wolf God gave it to me. Fates knows what sort of crap he had under his nails. Probably poison. But it’s already better than it was yesterday.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but she thrust her hands down into her pockets and stepped close. “Listen, I’m going to head out of town for a while, so I might not be here when you get back. I need to head up north next week and sort out some family business.”
I eyed her, searching for more, but she’d locked her emotions down. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah, just family bullshit. I’ll be back in a month or two. Will that be a problem?”
“No. You deserve some time off. Call if you need anything.” I didn’t know much about Sam’s background other than it had had some rough patches.
“I’ll be fine. You two enjoy yourselves.” Winking, she clapped me on the back and headed to Regina’s truck, which was already running.
Regina gave me a two-finger salute as the two pulled out of the lot behind Casey’s RAV4.
As I left the lot, I gave the redbrick building one final look.
Stephanie would be proud.