Leaving Again
When we left Seth’s condo there was a large black SUV parked out front. Mac opened the back and put the bag he had taken from me inside, then took the other bags from me. I could not help my sullen mood as Mac opened the back car door for me to climb in. I obediently climbed in the back. I knew I might eventually have to seek refuge within the local pack, but I did not like being forced to go with them. The ride was silent and long. I could see the driver. He had long dark hair, possibly black with tanned skin. He looked Native American as I knew their Alpha was. I wondered if much of the pack was Native America. Mac certainly did not look to be, he was very pale but could always be of mixed heritage. I watched as the beautiful scenery passed me by. A few times I contemplated open
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