Chapter 81

We put our clothes back on and hurried out, closing the door. We were so busy uniting as one that we had lost track of time, and the sun was already setting.

We began what I should call the walk of shame, although Richard didn't look one bit like he was ashamed. He was whistling a tuneless song happily as he held my hands while we walked down the path leading to the pack house. Occasionally, he would pause his whistling to reply to greetings from pack members before he resumed again with greater vigor.

I could see people staring at us with amusement, and I could imagine what they were seeing. I mean, we looked and smelled like we had just had mad sex. Thank goddess for the jacket I had on that covered my body, which was littered with bite marks.

Richard was beside me, walking with a proud smile, until we got to the pack house. It was a Saturday, so I had nothing to do. Richard had gotten dressed and left with Ian, as they had something to do out of town, so I was left on my own.

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