Ali’s POV
“Meet you in an hour? Sure that you don’t want to come with?”
“Very.”
I smile and lift on to my toes while Ralph leans down to give me a quick farewell peck before heading back to the packhouse to meet with our guests to discuss strategy or whatever it is that they do hours a day, every day.
Watching him go, I smile to myself, still feeling the blissful after effect from our alone time together after training.
Shaking myself out of my dazed like stance, I pivot on my heels and search around my surroundings.
Which way was it to Rita’s house again?
Bertha had drawn a map for me, going over where all the pack members live, and I felt like Rita was somewhere along the very edge, slightly off the beaten path…umm, this way I think.
Veering off the paved road onto a narrow grave
