Page 102 of The Wolf King's Mate

-Go to a public library for fun

-Walk around a grocery store without perfume to smell all the smells

-Get a tattoo

-Get a massage

-Get a manicure/pedicure with those uncomfortable-looking fake nails, just for the experience

-Go to a gym

-Go clothes shopping in person

There were a bunch of possibilities. One of the only things I’d ever done that came with an honest-to-goodness risk of discovery was getting my hair done, but all of the hairdressers in the salon were human, so it hadn’t really been dangerous. And I’d only done it to blend in, which took the fun out of it.

I wanted a tattoo—a few tattoos, actually—more than I cared about any of the other things. So, if I was waking up alone, I was going to do what I wanted.

Get a tattoo.

There wasn’t a chance that Enzo or his brothers had thought ahead enough to put that on the list of things Fletcher wasn’t supposed to let me do. They were smart, but they weren’tthatsmart.

Excitement coursed through me.

I was going to get a tattoo.

Hopefully.

I texted Fletcher.

Me

You outside my room again?

A wolf barked outside.

That would be a yes.

I took a quick shower, making sure to scrub my hair so I could get Enzo’s scent off my body, just to bother him. When I washed my lower half, I had to fight a grin. His scent would officially be gone from there too.

Given the way my brother would be guarding me, people would still have questions. Word about what I was had already spread, too.

But at the moment, there was nothing truly tying me to Enzo.

And that felt a hell of a lot like freedom.

I slipped out of the bedroom with my hair still wet and my feet still bare. Enzo hadn’t bought me any new shoes when he replaced my clothes. It seemed safe to assume that mine were gone after he invaded my cabin at Creek. The perfume on them could’ve been wiped off, so I hoped he’d donated them, at least. I hoped he’d donated everything. Throwing them out would be a huge waste.

“What are you planning?” Fletcher asked, his voice wary as he caught up to me. He’d shifted fast and pulled on a pair of pants, not bothering with a shirt.

“You’re going to need shoes,” I announced.

“We’re going into the city?”

“Yup.”

He grimaced. “I’ll get a few more guys.”

I didn’t argue.

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