ALBERT POV
We were running late on the schedule, but I couldn’t help it.
Every f*****g excuse to slow down, every scenic detour, every gas station that didn’t actually need gas—I took them all.
Two days had passed since her heat.
Two days of traveling, kissing, eating, and sleeping together.
And maybe it was pathetic, but I didn’t care.
At one point, while we were driving through the misty ridges of the Appalachians, with her legs curled up on the seat and her hair a messy halo around her face, I caught myself thinking—hell, the nomad life could be it for me.
Just me, her, and the open road.
No packs.
No politics.
No expectations.
Just us.
Obviously, with Livvy by my side.
Unfortunately, at this rate, in two days we’d hit her pack territory.
And that meant she’d be home.
Hom
