Back in the World: K.C.
Watching Tess leave for work felt like watching a piece of my own soul walk away. The porch still felt warm where she’d been standing, the scent of coffee and rain lingering in the air. I didn’t stay on the porch for long. My wolf was settled, but the quiet of the bungalow caused a restlessness nonetheless. He wanted to move. He wanted to reclaim the corners of our life that had been gathering dust while we were fighting a war. I grabbed my keys and headed for the truck. First stop: the lumber yard. The bright orange “government” sign that had signaled the yard’s shut down was gone. Outside of the foreman’s office Wade Pickett was leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, watching me pull in. I climbed out of the cab, the stiffness in my shoulder
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