For the last two weeks we stayed in Nevada, leaving my new signature in two Packs in that state. Each time we left our current hideout immediately after the job was done. It wasn't easy and comfortable to be constantly on the run but being just the two of us I could afford the luxury of thoroughly checking my every target.
One of the Packs we visited surprised me, just like the one in Louisiana with the way they treated human girls, so I left their grounds unnoticed and full of hope that coexistence between werewolves and humans may be possible again one day. That would be something, to wake up one day in the world where anyone can be who they are without a fear of being hunted down. Girl can only dream, right?
Things with Ink are mostly the same, except he seems to find every opportun
