Miranda’s father hugged his daughter until she was begging him to let her go, which she regretted as they were then interrupted. The rest of the search team took over the situation in a flurry of activity that had Braydon’s head spinning. The hounds all went to him, tails wagging and curiously excited over the find. Their howls sent birds flying across the sky to escape the intrusion and the creatures that had started to venture out from their homes in the dimming light all stayed in longer. 

“Get her some water!”

“Where is the medic?”

The chorus of questions and orders only added the chaos of the moment, and taken from her father, Miranda was wrapped in a foil blanket from behind, and turning a woman shoved water and a protein bar into her hands. As she stepped back, a man was there with a torch which he flicked between each eye making her drop the food and she pulled the blanket tighter around herself defensively. It didn’t deter him from trying to take her blood pressure or check her vitals. Being rescued suddenly didn’t like such a great idea and it was as MIranda looked for Braydon, one of the team asked the most obvious question of all.

“Who is that guy?”

Everyone stopped as all the focus left Miranda and instead went to Braydon. Just like the birds, he wanted to take flight and disappear. His face paled while a nervous sweat beaded along his forehead and breaking free from the group around her, Miranda pushed through them all and went to stand beside him.

“This is Braydon. He kind of saved my life!” She declared to the team, and looking up at Braydon, Miranda smiled to try and reassure him. “It’ll be okay Braydon, trust me!”

In his mind, his wolf was urging him to stay as it accepted Miranda was right and it was time to return to the real world. It was the human who wanted to run, hide; stay invisible and be forgotten. That was until Miranda took his hand in hers and gently squeezed it.

“What do you mean saved your life?” Miranda’s father spoke first, moving over towards them as the group suddenly found a variety of things to do, which included calling in their discovery on the radio to base camp.

“Braydon, this is my father, Donald Wright,” she introduced; hoping that would help Braydon with his nerves. “Well Dad, after the plane crashed, I remember walking to find help. Instead I must have passed out after crossing the river and when I woke up, I was in a hut not far from here and Braydon was looking after me. He cleaned up the few cuts I had, gave me food and water. Saved my life really.” Miranda rambled, praying no one asked too many questions about her story – or his.

“Well son, you’re my hero. Thank you for saving my little girl!” Miranda’s father extended his hand for Braydon to shake, and instead he only looked at it as if it was a cobra ready to strike.  Miranda nudged Braydon gently and instinctively his hand raised to shake the older mans.

“What are you doing out here?” Donald asked, glancing behind them as if he expected more people to appear looking back at Braydon. Tanned skin covered a strong, lithe build and His hair was longer than Donald thought acceptable on a man, yet he had kind eyes - even in his terrified state and for some reason all he could think of a dog he had rescued years ago. It had been so frightened and unsure, reluctant to leave the cage it had been kept in. It took some effort, but after being reassured it would be okay – it turned out to be the most loyal animal he had ever met. He had never met someone so hesitant and clearly the attention was making his daughter’s rescuer uncomfortable.

“That’s the other thing Dad, Braydon is as lost out here as I am! He has amnesia, and has just kind of stuck around the cabin for the last few months. It’s a miracle really!” Again Miranda was praying her stories were believed and the doubt on her father’s face was obvious.

“Amnesia?” It was clear even to Braydon he wasn’t quick to believe Miranda’s lie. “Does he talk?”

“Yes sir,” Braydon coughed awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot; still itching to run away.

“Well it’s a good thing you’re both found now isn’t it!” Turning to the others, it was the man on the radio Donald yelled at. “Harry, we got an ETA?”

“Thirty minutes Don!” Harry answered, packing up the transmitter he had just been talking into. “The other group will meet us a couple of kilometers downstream and mark the pickup point.”

As two of the other men approached with a stretcher between them, Miranda shook her head as she realized it was for her. “I can walk, but thanks.”

“It’s a bit of a hike, are you sure you can manage it?” Donald frowned, narrowing his eyes as he saw how the pair was still holding hands.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you!”

More water was pushed their way and one of men who had been holding the stretcher, offered Braydon a jacket. While Miranda argued with everyone who approached them that she was fine and able to walk on her own, Braydon fumbled with the zip that ran up the front before trying to pull it on like a jumper. Instantly it felt too tight around his neck and shoulders and ignoring the next person to come over, Miranda helped adjust the jacket so it sat easier on Braydon, loosening the zipper too.

“Thanks,” Braydon shivered with the fabric all over him, still feeling constricted. He started rubbing at his arms as his skin crawled like there were a million ants stuffed inside the sleeves.

“You’re going to have to wear more than pants now, try not to think about it.” Miranda put her hands on Braydon’s, stopping him from scratching.

Behind them the dogs were leashed and the instant campsite packed up. It was nearly nightfall now and torches were passed around the team as they struggled to see. Looking up at the sky, Miranda was going to miss the stars out here and the quiet. Already the constant conversation around her was getting on her nerves and Braydon wasn’t dealing with it anywhere near as well as she was.

As the thundering echo of the helicopter got closer, Braydon once again held Miranda’s hand. Even his wolf was anxious about the change that was coming, making him tremble against her. She tried her best to keep him calm, constantly getting him to talk to her as she coaxed him closer to the group. It was like leading a horse somewhere it didn’t want to go, for every step forward there were two backwards. Every muscle was tense and tight, with eyes wild and uncertain and the only thing that kept him moving was Miranda’s gentle guidance as she led him along by the hand. His fears soon shifted onto her as they headed towards their way out, fears Miranda didn’t even know she had taking over instead. The thought of flying again had her terrified and focusing on Braydon became impossible.

“What’s wrong love?” Her Dad was back at her side as he saw how terrified the pair of them was. Holding up his hand up as a signal to stop, the woman who had just got out of the aircraft halted and all eyes turned to the hold up.

“I-I don’t want to get in that.”

Braydon stopped walking as Miranda did, not understanding her fear. It only enhanced his own and he couldn’t not notice what a pair they currently made; two frightened people being dragged out of the forest.

“We can’t drive you out of here, we need to get you, both of you checked out as soon as possible. Your Mum is already on her way to the hospital to meet you!” Donald reassured.

“What if-“ Miranda couldn’t process the thought of the helicopter crashing like the plane.

“It’ll be fine, the weather is clear, there is no chance of anything going wrong. You got your friend with you and me; we’ll all get on together!” He promised, offering a smile to Braydon, hoping he would help persuade his daughter to their awaiting flight.

It worked. “He’s right Miranda. You’ll be fine this time!”

Miranda couldn’t believe Braydon. He went from a scared boy to a confident man in a matter of seconds. She felt nauseas from the prospect of flying, yet Braydon had always done the right thing by her – in his own way. Looking into his eyes she found nothing there other than reassurance and with a slight nod of her head, she wiped the tears from her eyes and the pair followed her father to the waiting team to load them on.

“Miranda!” The frantic scream broke through the constant thudding of the blades above them as they readied the aircraft to take off. Thankfully the noise stopped Braydon’s growl from being heard, yet Miranda had felt the rumble of his chest against her back as she turned to look behind them for the cause.

“Jason?” She asked in disbelief, missing the way her father rolled his eyes or just how tense Braydon was once again. Leaving the duo, she moved over to where another team was just arriving from the darkness, the flashes of lights bobbing up and down from the contraptions on their heads and torches in their hand.

“Miranda!” Jason ran from the others, his own fatigue leaving him as adrenaline gave him the ability to keep going after the days of hiking. “I can’t believe they found you! You’re okay?”

Speechless, Miranda said nothing as he gathered her up in his arms, lifting her by her waist as he spun them around. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, burying her head against his chest. Of all the things that had happened, she never ever expected Jason Carpe to be out in the forest looking for her. What would Rory think about that?

The thought made her smile, even if it was only for a second as the hold he had just under her ribs reminded Miranda how much that area could still hurt despite it having eased up on the pain in the last couple of days. Jason noticed it and gently set her down, instead gripping her arms as he was tempted to shake her for further evidence he wasn’t dreaming. The minute he had received the phone call about the accident his world had stopped, but he didn’t have to worry anymore. Here she was, safe and sound – or so he hoped.

“You’re really okay?” Jason asked again, moving his hands to rest on her shoulders as he wasn’t willing to let her go just yet. His pale blue eyes ran up and down her slightly thinner frame. Where it hurt, he couldn’t see and it wasn’t like he would be able to do anything about it anyway.

“A few bruises here and there, but-“

“Come on Jason, we got to get her out of here!” Donald interrupted, sending Jason a warning glare to back off. Braydon shadowed him, seizing up his opponent like he had the first time he saw him. He may not have the physical appearance of a pissed off wolf, but inside he was feeling it.

“Right, sorry, come on Andy, lets you get out of this place!” Jason kept his arm around Miranda’s waist and the pair was met with a furious looking Braydon. “Who the hell are you?”

“Jason!” Miranda snapped sternly, not liking the tone he used towards Braydon. “It’s because of Braydon I’m still alive!”

“What?” Now Jason was speechless, yet his eye still narrowed on Braydon with suspicion rather than any kind of respect.

“The crew needs to go. You riding with us or going back in the cars?” Donald interrupted the staring competition and Jason only pulled Miranda closer against him before kissing her forehead. The possessive nature of Jason’s actions made the message clear to Braydon, just like the pup who had guarded Miranda from her siblings; mine.

“I’ll be coming with you.”

Miranda wasn’t quite sure where this side of Jason had come from. She had spent months obsessing over it, wanting it - years even and now he was starting to show her some interest, which only made her feel uncomfortable. Was it the stress of the situation talking and once things went back to normal would he step back to being only her boss? They had been friends once, yet apart from their drunken kiss he kept their relationship professional. Either way the second the helicopter started off across the treetops, all of that was forgotten. Closing her eyes, Miranda was glad Braydon was sitting beside her and with one hand on the seatbelt across her chest, the other was holding onto his as if her life depended it.

Jason sat opposite them in the small seating area, already on his phone barking out orders for their arrival at the hospital. Thankfully with him distracted, he didn’t notice the interaction between Miranda and Braydon. At least not how her father did from where he sat beside Jason.

Looking up at Braydon, Miranda smiled softly before resting her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about where they were, or what they were in, instead focusing on the sounds of Braydon’s heart as it pounded furiously beside her. Braydon hesitantly reached out and brushed her hair back behind her ear from where it had fallen over her cheek, daring to look over at Jason who was still looking down at the phone in his hands.

While he may appear calm on the outside, inside Braydon was having his own silent panic attack. He had never flown before and was too scared to look out the door. He kept his eyes trained on his hand that swallowed Miranda’s, while his thumb idly traced circles over the back of hers. He was well aware of Donald staring at him and chose to ignore it. He already had enough going on without worrying about the old man too.

-x-

There had been more tests done to her than what Miranda thought possible. She had no idea what she had been injected with, or how much blood they had taken. Scans and x-rays with a variety of doctors poking and prodding her while asking if it hurts had left her body aching from their torture and the shot of morphine they had left her with, sent her off to sleep.

All she knew was Braydon was in the room beside hers and she hadn’t been able to get to him since they drugged her up to make her more obedient since she had so far refused to leave Braydon alone. So before she was completely unconscious she made her parents promise to keep an eye on him, the same ones who now sat dutifully by her bed. Jason had finally gone home; satisfied she had more than enough vases of flowers decorating the once empty spaces around the room. 

Braydon hadn’t been that lucky with his décor. His room remained as all the other unoccupied rooms, only he was in this one. The first person to greet them up on the rooftop landing station had been a shifter, and once he had been separated from Miranda, his own round of questioning and tests had been performed. They weren’t the same kind as hers, especially since the other shifters were much too interested in his arrival with the lost woman.

“It was a good story you spun, but we have notified the authorities on your return from hiding.” The nurses filled him as she bought him in breakfast. By authorities, she meant the most dominant, local Alpha. With humans around it was too risky to talk about their kind freely. Any one could walk in or already be listening outside the door.

“How is she?” Fear that keeping her away from medical care had hurt Miranda more than he knew weighed heavy on Braydon’s mind. What if she was more hurt than they knew and he hadn’t been able to go see her because she was in surgery – or worse?

“Fine considering her ordeal. A little dehydrated. We gave her something to sleep. So is your amnesia cleared up for us to have found your family or do you what story you want to leave her with?” The nurse asked casually, jotting something down on the clipboard she came in with before looking at him expectantly.

“I don’t want to leave her.” Braydon growled and without even realizing it, whatever dominant gene had remained dormant within him suddenly flared up leaving the nurse averting her gaze and stepping back from his bedside.

“You can’t stay with them; you can’t risk what we are being found out!” Though her argument was weaker than she had intended.

“They won’t know.” He answered, the warning to back off not leaving his tone.

She said nothing as she left, and Braydon was quick to get up to find Miranda. Her scent was easy for him to pick up, and opening the door to the room beside his, her parents slept in the chairs by her bed. The perfume of the flowers had him wrinkling his nose up in disgust; there were too many varieties making it an almost toxic combination and sitting on the bed, the sight of the tubes all connected to her arm made him feel sick. Never had he seen her looking so fragile, not even when he found her in the wreckage.

As if sensing she was being watched, Miranda’s eyes fluttered opened. Looking around, he saw the panic register on her face before she was able to remember where she was. Turning to look up at him she yawned and smiled sleepily, it had been a long time since she felt so well rested and most of that was probably due to the drugs working their magic.

“Braydon?” Miranda whispered, daring to look over to her sleeping parents. ”Are you ok?”

“How are you?” Again Braydon looked at all the contraptions around her and frowned.

“I’m good. Nothing major, don’t worry. How are you?”

“Fine, there are other shifters here.” He wasn’t willing to share any of what had been happening to him and Miranda didn’t know if having them around was a good or bad thing.

 “Do they know, about your past?” Miranda sighed heavily, fighting to keep her eyes open.

Braydon shook his head, praying Miranda would remember what he made her promise in regards keeping quiet about knowing of his kind.

“Will you be able to come home with us?” Her hand found his and clutching it tightly that was as far as their conversation went as she fell back asleep. Braydon didn’t leave though, moving his legs up underneath him so he was sitting on the end of her bed, he watched her sleep.  He had always thought she was beautiful, and that thought was only further cemented to his mind as no signs of worry or stress were seen on her face now.

Miranda’s mother had watched them silently, letting them think she was still asleep and as Braydon contemplated what would happen next she sat up curious about the man who saved her daughter. He didn’t seem to notice her movements, so stretching a little dramatically, she yawned – making him jump.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you!” She whispered getting up and Braydon watched her movements like a hawk. The blanket that had been draped over her body was moved over Donald’s. He was so exhausted from the search and nights out in the forest, he barely flinched as she patted his shoulder and tucked him.

“How about we go get a coffee and let these two sleep?” She smiled at him in such a way Braydon felt completely at ease.

It was obvious to him where Miranda got her looks from; everything about the graceful older woman reminded him of her daughter. Her smile was kind, genuine and her blue eyes sparkled as if she had a secret she’d never share. Soft, warm, hands wrapped around his arm and rather than pull away as he first thought to do as she came to stand by him, Braydon let her lead him over to the door. With a final look over at Miranda, he followed her out.

Being so early in the morning a few restless patients joined them in the cafeteria and waiting in line to be served, the nursing staff about to start their shift ordered more coffee than what Braydon thought anyone could drink as it was served to them in large paper cups.

“What do you want love?” Miranda’s mother asked him, taking out her purse. The aroma of the beverage everyone seemed so in love with was so far revolting to Braydon. It was bitter and sour to smell and seeing the black liquid in the cup put in front of them made him wrinkle his nose up in disgust so all he requested was water.

They found a seat by the window, away from the others and as Miranda’s mother added sugar to her cup, Braydon stared out over the garden and towards the car park. A rather comfortable silence settled between the pair and after a few minutes, it was Miranda’s mother who spoke first.

“Braydon, I don’t think I’ve really thanked you for what you did for my little girl out there,” tears instantly welled in her eyes, yet now they lacked the fear and stress of the past week. “So thank you!”

Rather than answer her, Braydon returning to look out the window paranoid she’d see through the hero status that the humans had placed on him. It was his fault she wasn’t returned home sooner and the guilt was eating at him inside.

“I’m Helen by the way, we haven’t been properly introduced.”

This time all Braydon did was nod, yet his lips remained set in a firm thin line and the heel of his foot started to tap in agitation. He started to feel cornered, unworthy of her kindness. All this time he thought people weren’t to be trusted, yet so far all he had seen was how much Miranda was cared for. He could never do as good a job as them and while he didn’t want to admit it, Jason had him beaten in that department too.

“Sorry about your, amnesia. I wish there was something we could do to help you!” Helen watched his reaction closely. Having heard some of the whispered conversation, she knew Miranda was helping him hide something. While she was grateful for Braydons assistance with her daughter’s survival, she wasn’t stupid – something else was going on. Since Miranda had arrived and the pair had been taken in different directions she had been arguing with everyone to let her stay in contact with Braydon.

The fact she had also made them promise to look after him if she couldn’t only worried Helen. It wasn’t helped that she knew Miranda had always had the ability to see the best in the worst people and in the last few years her life had life had found its way to be back on track. Helen wasn’t willing to risk Miranda throwing all that away over a pretty face; even if he had supposedly saved her life. Braydon’s unwillingness to talk to her, only confirmed Helen’s suspicions. He was hiding something and her daughter was helping him.

“The doctors think it will come back with some time. I only remember waking up one night in a cave.” Braydon murmured, the animal within his mind urging him to stop appearing so weak. What was done was done, now they had to work on the future.

“Must be terrible for you,” there was some truth to the empathy in Helen’s voice. She was protective of her daughter, but not a cruel person. “For your help, Jason has offered to cover any of your expenses until you’re able to find your family or at least set you up for the future.”

“He did?” Braydon asked cautiously, unable to hide his frown. He didn’t want Jason doing anything for him.

“Of course, he is a generous man and Miranda is very important to him!”

The meaning wasn’t lost on Braydon and as she sipped her coffee, he wondered how easily he could just walk away and return to what he knows. Miranda would be better off without him. The sight of the nurse who had been with Braydon earlier caught his attention and she came over smiling.

“Mrs Wright, Mr Winters!” She greeted.

“Winters? Oh you do know your name!” Helen smiled, looking at Braydon with excitement.

The nurse cringed slightly, forgetting they weren’t meant to know who Braydon actually was. “Yes, the police are looking into it now. Someone out there must have a missing persons report filed for him!”

At least that answered the question on what Braydon would tell them when he left and seeing the satisfaction on her face, Braydon managed to stop himself from growling.

“Oh wonderful! You’ll home before you know it!” Helen clapped her hands together, before wondering how her daughter would react to that news. Clearly Miranda was attached to her rescuer and that just couldn’t be healthy.

“We can hope! Braydon, would you like to come with me to discuss some of your test results with the doctor?”

“Sounds serious, is everything alright?” The guilt was now on Helen as she never actually considered what Braydon must really be going through, or suffering from.

“Sorry, doctor patient confidentiality.” The nurse forcefully smiled at the woman, her own instincts kicking in to get Braydon away from the human as she could sense his anger and his gaze directed at her was purely predatory. Then again, her own wolf was pacing within her skin, preferring to be putting the distance between herself and Braydon, not really caring about the older woman.

“Of course!” Helen agreed, yet looking at Braydon it was obvious to her he didn’t want to move. “If it’s not terribly important, do you think we could just finish up here first? I haven’t finished thanking him for what he did for my daughter.”

The nurse hesitated, yet her wolf was quick to agree. “Of course, the doctor was just starting his rounds so I’m sure he can check on Braydon later.”

The nurse was quick to leave and Helen glanced between the pair curiously. Braydon slowly began to relax, letting out a breath Helen hadn’t noticed him holding.  ‘What is he hiding?’ She thought to herself, for someone with memory loss getting a lead on who he really was didn’t seem to please him in the slightest. If anything it only seemed to make him angry.

“So are you hungry? I can get us something for breakfast?” Helen offered, knowing with all the men in her life the way to get them to be more cooperative was through their stomach. Problem with that was, Braydon only shook his head.

“No, ah, thank you.” He stuttered.

“Not much of a talker are you?”

“Not really.” It was a lie, the amount of time he had spent talking with Miranda during the day or around the fire at night had probably worked out to be more than he had talked in his entire life. He just didn’t know what to say to Helen or any of these people.

“Helen! There you are!” Jason came walking through the cafeteria like he owned the place, his confidence undeniable and as Helen stood, so did Braydon.

He wasn’t going to let Jason stand taller than him and he watched with envious eyes at how the pair interacted. It was obvious Helen liked Jason, she spoke of him with admiration and as they hugged, Braydon only glared. Helen was with Miranda, he wanted Miranda with him. They already had an established pack of their own, and now Braydon needed get himself accepted into it, and Jason removed.

“How is she?” The next question out of his rival lips only agitated Braydon further.

“Sleeping, the tests have all come back clear. They’re willing to release her tomorrow on strict R&R orders.” Helen told him, her relief clear.

“Oh that’s wonderful news! Will she be able to fly? I can book us a suite at the Hilton if she needs more time!” Helen only smiled at Jason, patting his shoulder as her mothering instincts took over.

“We’ll ask when the doctor comes round. Have you even slept? Have you had breakfast? You need to look after yourself Jason, she’s safe now.”

“I got in a few hours, breakfast sounds great.” Remembering Braydon was still standing there, Jason paused before going over the counter. “Can I get you anything? Bryan isn’t it?”

“Braydon,” he answered, “I’m just going to go back to my room.”

“No worries, if you need anything just ask!” Jason offered, more than thankful he wouldn’t be forced to make small talk with the weirdo that had been found with Miranda.

Braydon only nodded, leaving the pair to have breakfast. Before going into his room, he checked on Miranda who was still asleep and pausing outside his door, he knew there would be company waiting. Already tense, he went in on the defense and the sight of the doctor, nurse and two other shifters had him growling.

One of the men got up to close the door, and feeling trapped, Braydon was one step away from shifting. He may be outnumbered, but he wasn’t going to let them do anything to him – or Miranda.

“Calm down, we’re simply here to talk!” The oldest of the group spoke up, the grey haired man standing from the chair by the window as the group moved to give him space. He carried himself like Jason, proud and undefeated in his life. “I'm Simon Onslow, the Alpha of these parts. This is my cousin, Walter. You know Kylie already and Doctor Ruben. They have told me what’s been going on and about who you are."

Braydon said nothing, simply taking his time to look them all over closely. Unbothered by the response to this greeting, Simon continued. "For your wolf to hide you for so long, you will need to be amongst your own kind to establish dominance so it won’t take over again. I’ve come to offer our help to you.”

“What?” Braydon retorted, not completely understanding.

“You need some help in finding the balance between wolf and man. We know who you are, when you shifted. We’ve made a few phone calls and it just wasn’t right you shifting so early. No wonder you lost control!” The group all nodded, agreeing and the looks of pity, interest and fear weren’t missed.

“I didn’t lose control. I never wanted to come back, until now.” Though Braydon was still trying to work for how long that might actually be.

“The girl? Her kind are would never understand what we are, and they are never to find out. What ever you think you know or want, is wrong!” The leader narrowed his eyes, not liking where this might be going. Braydon only met his gaze, not at all intimidated or willing to back down and the Alpha didn’t appreciate the challenge. “You may be at maturity, but you’re really nothing more than a pup. You’ve been lone for a while now, so take this is your warning!”

Things weren’t going how the pack wanted or expected. Braydon’s defiance wasn’t appreciated and it went against everything they stood for - solidarity with one another. Pack is family; it’s life.

“I’ve always been a lone wolf, and I won’t be changing that for anyone.” The finality of his words shocked them all, and Braydon knew that what he said was true. His pack turned him against his kind; they weren’t worthy of his time or trust. He had seen something amongst the humans and while he might not belong with them either, he wanted to try. Having lived amongst their wild cousins, Braydon had a different understand on what it was to be wolf. The human side interfered too much with their animals, the true meaning of pack was lost of them as the powerful only sought to dominate and control.

Wolves had a purpose in the pack, and it wasn’t just to sit by while another dictated their lives. The one who needed to learn how to find a balance between man and wolf was not Braydon, but the shifters around him. He saw what was lacking amongst them in Miranda’s family, in the people in the search teams risking their own lives and sacrificing their time to help others. He had seen that in the wild pack, a lost yearling had caused the pack to bring the forest alive with their song until they were reunited after a hunt and they had mourned the death of their own in a way he never saw the shifters do for his parents. They weren’t human or wolf – they were monsters.

 “Think it over pup, no one survives on their own for long in this world. Let us help you!” With those final words, the Alpha left with entourage following leaving Braydon alone. He might need help, but it wasn’t going to be from them.

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Was this, boring? I'm never happy with any chapter, but I dunno, this one is bugging me hence why it took so long to post it. Is it feeling rushed even? I dunno, I'll stop obsessing. It's posted. Moving on... :)