We stood there in silence until both car doors had opened and closed, until the sound of the car faded away into the distance. For me, at least. Drew could surely still hear it, and I waited for him to stop listening.
At last, he let out a deep sigh and let me go, stepping away and running his hands through his hair, muttering under his breath too low for me to catch the words.
I wrapped my own arms around myself. "If you hadn't been here, would she have murdered me and buried my body in the woods?" My voice came out thin and small and terrified, exactly the way I felt.
Drew didn't turn, standing facing away from me with his head bent down.
"No," he said, low and rough. "I told you, you're pack, whether they like it or not. But she might've bullied and terrorised you until you ran off to the woods and killed yourself just to get away from her."
Strangely, that didn't make me feel much better. I shivered and hugged myself tighter.
