Before I could even spit out a word, the car peeled away, vanishing down the road.
I stood there in the blistering sun, staring at the taillights till they blurred.
That ride? My gift to Preston on his first birthday after we bound— I could still feel that bubbly rush, hoping it'd light up his eyes.
He'd barely glanced at it. Never once fired it up.
Today marked his maiden voyage.
Five years I'd waited to see him behind that wheel, and what do I get? Him ferrying another she-wolf while ditching me in the dust.
So, screw it, Preston. I won't always wait on you. I don't have to.
Lunch downed, I hailed a ride and my guards, striking out solo for the shore.
Itinerary and digs were locked in ages ago— no sense letting 'em rot.
Preston rang three times during. High tally for him.
I let
