"Bacon and eggs, please. Scrambled."
"Coming right up!"
Once again, she ducked behind the counter. I took a sip of the coffee in front of me. It was the first warm thing I'd had since leaving the pack. Before I knew it, she slid a plate full of steaming food in front of me, then disappeared again. I grabbed my fork and dug in.
I paid my bill with some of the cash I'd brought, then stepped outside and looked up and down Main Street. Four hundred miles meant I could breathe. Even if Keith realized immediately that I’d run, even if he sent trackers after me, my scent trail would have vanished long before they crossed half that distance. Pack patrols didn’t wander this far from their territories, and rogues rarely traveled this deep into human towns. For the first time since waking up in my
