Cedrick’s POV
I stopped the car outside the pack house, yet again finding myself surprised by the lack of maintenance the building needed. And the lack of security there was at the borders. But then again: The High Stones Pack was located rather high in the mountains, so there probably weren’t as many humans and rogues here, as elsewhere.
Still, it didn’t sit too well with me, that my mate was there, unprotected from harm, in this – personal opinion – run-down pack.
I sighed, trying not to judge.
I didn’t want to leave her there and my wolf was pissed about the decision. But once I told him my reasons, he somewhat agreed: if she had to say goodbye, perhaps then she wouldn’t become homesick. You know, no strings attached? And although she did seem willing to go in the end, I still could
