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Chapter 13

I was fairly sure Orion could smell the frustration on me as we silently entered his car, but if he did he made no move to address it, leaving the ride a long and incredibly awkward one.

I distracted myself by talking to my wolf instead, who was still annoyed - like me - with that female Accalia, and how she'd directly challenged me in front of all the females.

After a while of us speaking, Orion finally decided to break the silence and say something, to which I was a little curious of.

"I see you decided to wear one of the dresses I brought." He said.

I still didn't like him very much, so his awful attempts to start making conversation didn't sway me.

"Thank you for them, it's a nice change." I replied curtly.

"You should've worn the blue one, this one doesn't really suit you." He stated.

I growled, my fists clenching on my lap. "And I suppose you're such an expert on what I should wear?"

He leaned back in his chair, one hand reaching up to brush a strand from his eyes "I suppose, but I was kinda hoping you'd wear the blue one...it's my favourite colour."

With that comment, the conversation ended just as quickly as it started, leaving us, again, in the most deafening of silences. Except this time, it wasn't as akward.

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The ride had, much to my suprise, taken us almost a full two hours, carrying us far away from our pack's territory and into anothers.

There was an abundance of humans in this particular pack, and I found myself pressed up against the glass, curiously watching them whiz by as we passed them in the car.

Finally, we turned into a rather grand looking restaurant and Orion pulled the car to a stop, causing my hand to lean towards the handle to open my door.

"Wait." He ordered.

I withdrew my hand as he practically jumped out of the car, jogging to my side and opening the door.

I raised my eyebrows as he akwardly held out his hand for me to take, a neutral expression on his face as he waited.

I looked down at his arm with distaste; strong fingers, calloused palms, firm forearms extending into tight biceps. "Actually, I'm going to pass on the hand holding, not really my thing."

He dropped his hand to his side, his eyebrows knitting together in a hard glare as he growled. I ignored his aggression and stepped out of the car, looking up at the restaurant in genuine awe.

The restaurant, to put it lightly, was stunning. The interior was even more impressive than the exterior, with cream coloured walls and expensive, mahogany furniture. The tables were all rounded - with the exception of a few - and all had a small bouquet of white roses in a glass vase, wax candles circling the middle. 

A waiter came and greeted us at the door, his green eyes trained on Orion as he spoke calmly.

"Do you have a reservation?" He asked.
Orion nodded, speaking in his usual gruff voice. "Orion Dimitri." He said.

The waiter glanced down at the notebook in his hand, smiling and looking back up. "The table for two, this way."

He led us to the back of the room, the decor getting fancier and more expensive as we walked. Pushing back a curtain, he ushered us into a secluded, quaint little part of the restaurant and sat us down.

"I hope this is up to your standards, sir, I'll be with you again shortly with the menus."

And with that, he left, leaving Orion and I in the defending silence that I'd so passionately come to hate.