The next night King and I flashed to the old Farmhouse that at one time was going to be my home away from home. I was uncomfortable even though the place was vacant. Sam hadn't been kidding when she said that the Pack had uprooted.
I could smell the remnants of the Pack, but it was an old smell. They had been gone for a while, but that didn't mean that there weren't some here right now. I sensed less than a dozen, Paul among them.
Paul waited for us in the living room. A long time ago I had confronted Sasha in this room, listening to her tell me how many times she had f****d my husband. Three months ago or ten years ago, that didn't matter. You never got over s**t like that.
"Thanks for coming," Paul said. "Hey, King. I appreciate you talking to my Council." He gave my son a smile.
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