Haven
“ Dear Griff,
I’m no good at love letters, but we both know this isn’t quite love. (See, I told you I wasn’t good at this kind of thing.) I’m excited to continue to learn more about you and for our relationship to grow into whatever it’s meant to be. I’m sorry I had to leave so suddenly, but I know you’ll understand why.”
On a highway not far away, ’s Wolf Pack bumper sticker glimmered as the roadside reflectors hit it just right. His eyes on the highway, the same handwritten map Old Mother Madge had given him lay in his lap. In the passenger seat, Lykos looked up at him with excited eyes.
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