Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

The response was vague. She couldn't tell if it was from some devotion he felt toward them or if it was the pack keeping their cards close to their chests, leaving Cole with little to share. But, as he said, she could find out for herself. 

Fair enough, she said, with a small cant of her head. Touché.

Her skull tilted back to gaze fully at the sky, like the stars would weave an answer and bless her with it. They twinkled. A crowd of blinking, staring eyes. She wished the moon would rise already. She wanted to lay eyes on it, even just the sliver. A sliver of him to find her certainty. The stars and moon were as in the dark as she was. Cryptic. 

Inky lips parted to let a response fall out when a shooting star beamed across the sky, only for a second. 

Stjörnuhrap.