Everything would be back to normal, I lied to myself as my paws pounded the forest floor. I didn't need Nico and I didn't need my pack. I had nothing to feel bad for, 'oh, boo-hoo, the billionaire only has SOME billions instead of ALL billions like he did before,' surely that was a price I thought my freedom was worth, right? I'd open my bakery to a bustling success. It was all I ever wanted, and I couldn't get distracted, not now. Not when I was finally so close.
You have to go back.
But my wolf was unsure, even though he had no reason to. An alpha, a mate-lover, a pack-leader, he should've been all over staying there, chained up with Nico and all our buddies. But I could sense the uneasiness, mostly in that he didn't try to steer us back toward the hotel. Maybe he wasn't as different
