Chapter 9
Three weeks later
Jerico lingered by the entrance to Lathilda’s store. He hadn’t dared go inside during the three weeks he’d been staying with Teo. It was weird to be back—frightening and a relief at the same time. This was where he grew up, and while he didn’t think of the pack land as his land, he was beginning to think of Teo’s house as his.
When the door opened, he jumped. Lathilda filled the doorway and glared at him. “Are you gonna stand there for long?”
He sighed. “I don’t know.”
She shook her head. “Either get in or go home.”
Home. What did the word mean to her? “Am I welcome?”
She huffed. “I’m trying to make a living, boy. Your money is as good as anyone else’s.”
“Is it?”
“Perhaps let your man do the shopping in the future. He doesn’t cower.”
“I’m not coweri
