The Black Blood pack sent a car for us. Or cars. They had none to transport all of us at a time. We passed by more bars and clubhouses than I remembered the Pack had. The afternoon bustle was less than that of Silver Day but I knew how alive the pack territory became at night. The details of my life here were like a time from a past life. A life when I got dressed every night to partake in the nightlife of the pack; pick up a girl for a fun night. Before I met Bailey. It seemed like centuries ago since that happened.
The memories made me hurt all over. I sighed, taking my eyes off the road. Remi kept her hands around mine, squeezing intermittently. It made no difference to my mood but I appreciated the thought behind the gesture.
It had seemed so difficult then. Life, that is. Life wit
