"I wish I could return the favors you've done for me. But I am unable to," Flora murmured, her voice barely audible over the rustle of the trees.
"Why don't you come to the pack for a few days? Be my guest," Zander suggested, his tone shifting from serious to hopeful. "You can't refuse. Consider it the 'favor' you keep speaking about," he added with a playful nudge. "You can take a few days off, I believe, now that you're a regular employee. What do you say?"
Flora hadn't expected him to make such a request, but the thought of being near him, was too tempting to decline. "Okay. I'll do that. I'll inform you once my leave is approved."
"Let's head to your house then. We are already through the park," he stated, leading the way. However, as they transitioned into a quieter street, a group of miscreants suddenly blocked their path. They looked like common thugs, brandishing baseball bats and wearing menacing sneers.
