Wade looked at me through the rear view mirror and said, “Congratulations, but from what I saw today you still aren’t comfortable with humans.”
I had the strong urge to stick my tongue out at him but decided that would be immature and not help my cause. We sat in silence for the rest of the trip, which like everything else in Wyoming, took forever. Buffalo was at least forty-five minutes away and the only view outside my window was land with only a few houses every ten miles or so to break up the landscape.
My mind traveled back to when I was still just human—only three months ago but it felt like eons. I’d adapted to living with Adam’s pack so quickly that I hadn’t thought about the life I’d lost. Not that I really had a life to speak of, but it was a lot simpler then. Sure I barely made enough money to get by and I came home to a dog at night but my life was my own.
Now, I could be a murderer and was obsessed with a man who wouldn’t give himself to me fully. Oh how the tides turn. I’d traded one extreme—boring life—for another—exciting and dangerous life.