Liora
Deciding the best place to go is out of the packlands and to the nearest coffee shop, Ash and I drive the back roads out of Ivory Fangs. Since agreeing to the drive, Ash has silently sat beside me, staring aimlessly out the window. My heart aches for my friend, but I know that right now, he needs someone to be patient with him. It’s not every day you find out your soulmate is considered a criminal in your pack.
The pack border comes into view as Like a Prayer by Madonna comes on the radio. I nod to the wolves on duty, telling them we’ll be back within two hours before driving off down the gravel road that had led us to Ivory Fangs over three months ago. The gravel crunching under the tires mixes with the music on the radio until I turn onto the highway, heading toward the nearest t
