Nervousness.

Jabi. 

He carries me in his arms and he doesn't stop running until we are out of the woods and on the streets. Darrien doesn't let go of me; I am worried about the people in my pack. Darrien doesn't seem to want to go back. I don't know what transpired before he found me but I need to know. 

"Are you okay?'' he asks me almost like he can read my mind. 

I manage a nod as he grips my waist tighter. My eyes stay on his face "Is everyone okay? Did you get to Beau safely?" 

"A lot of people got hurt, I don't know them so I can't tell you who survived but Beau is fine. He is handling everything.'' He pauses and I see the confliction in his eyes "Do you want to go back?''

This man is amazing. 

"I want to be with you," I answer him honestly. 

Being with makes me feel safe. I am tired of the feeling of uncertainty. Deciding to live means I can't be thinking about others but myself—at least until I get stronger.