Percy's POV
The entire drive back to pack territory, Henderson keeps me locked out of her mind. I can feel the wall she's built between us, solid and impenetrable. It's ironic, really, since I do the same thing to her constantly, but experiencing it from the other side feels like torture.
Her tears are the worst part. I can smell the salt in the air, watch her quickly wipe away any trace of sadness before I can fully register it. By the time we reach our lands, the not knowing is eating me alive. How can I fix something when I don't even understand what's broken?
