Chapter Fifty-Two: Fish
Dimitri. The elastic band of Levi's shorts bit into my hips. I carried a pole over my shoulder and a tackle box that 'twacked' my side with every breath. I tried not to think about Nico. I tried not to think about my pack and all the people I'd left behind. They were no longer my responsibility. I couldn't return even if I wanted to. For Christ's sake. I didn't even have an ID or a phone. No one could even prove that I was the alpha of the stupid Redemption Pack. I might as well let go. We walked to the pier; there was no one, not a soul. And though it wasn't peak season, I figured quickly that the wolf pack I bumped into must have a ton of money. Why? And I could barely find myself caring as Levi wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I couldn't find it in myself to say anything as he spok
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