“Are you sure she’s even in her pack?” Laura whined, still pouting about being on the road so early.
“Maybe not, but we need to deliver the invitation. The mating ceremony is next week, and she deserves to receive it personally—or at least, I’ll give it to her Beta,” Clayton replied, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
Today, his wolf was restless, pacing anxiously in his mind. Even though he usually adored Laura, her constant complaining was grating on his nerves. They drove in silence, Laura’s lips curled in a persistent pout.
“GPS says it’s somewhere around here,” Clayton noted.
“'Somewhere?' There aren't even proper borders or gates,” Laura ranted. Clayton shot her a look of total displeasure, causing her to bite her lip. She knew she was pushing it; until she was officially
