Chapter 61
JAIME'S POV
The car sped through the sprawling, sun-drenched streets of Los Angeles, and my head slumped against the window.
It was a pathetic sight, I'm sure, but I was beyond caring. Over the last month, I hadn't had a single night of decent sleep. The days were a blur of heat and tension; the nights were restless and drained of peace.
I'd been forced to endure endless meetings with the most tedious people on the planet—elders who took it upon themselves to lecture me on the "burden" of being an Alpha and a pack leader. I never asked for the role, and I certainly never asked for their sermons.
Every elder I met insisted on reciting the exhaustive history of the sculpture. For weeks, I was trapped in their company, pretending to be "educated" when, in reality, they were just lonely and bored.
