Chapter 43 The Parting Gift

• DRAKE
• I stood at the window of my motel room, watching my packmates laugh and splash in the pool outside. Their joy almost felt foreign to me after the heavy weeks I had carried. It had been only a few hours since we arrived, and already it seemed like a different world compared to the shadows of Moonveil Pack.
• Natty was the first to greet Peter and me when we stepped off the bus. He guided us to this small motel, about twenty minutes from the station. Without asking, he used my card to rent out every room for four nights—just in case Ivory Fangs took longer to reach us. He even promised the staff a fat tip whether we stayed that long or not. It was my money he spent, but I didn’t stop him. He had made the right call.