Grandkids? Wolfish grandkids? Amaris got caught on that statement and didn’t exactly know what to say. Before she could think of a nonchalant response, the SUV was pulling away. It was only when he went for the shovel that she followed after him. Until he told her to bring out the things in the shed.<br/><br/>“Yeah..I can do that,” she said through gritted teeth. “But when we’re done here, you’re coming with me even if I have to tie you up and drag you along.” Amaris didn’t wait for his answer. As far as she was concerned, it was a nonnegotiable.<br/><br/>“Werewolves.” A statement, confirming what he knew in his gut to be true. Then she turned her attention to the task at hand and began to drag those macabre trophies out of the shed. The sooner they finished, the sooner she could keep him safe for at least one night.<br/><br/>They worked in silence, him digging holes and her dragging the remains out only to dump them in the holes as he finished digging them. Eventually she grabbed a shovel and helped dig all the required graves.<br/><br/>By the time they finished, the sun was dipping toward the horizon and they were sweaty and dirty. Amaris took both shovels and walked them to the shed before returning to his side. “Can we go now? Throw some clothes in a bag and let’s go. Just for a night or two until we can figure out how to fix this. Please, Blake. Don’t be bullheaded.”