Chapter 215
Wind rustled through the large pines that surrounded the river bank. It was peaceful out here, no signs of civilization for miles around. The river nearby was slow–moving, and the peaceful sound of water filled the air.
“WALTER!” Ruth screeched.
Several birds from the pines nearby scattered into the sky in a flurry. A deer who’d been drinking across the river ran off into the woods.
Walter, who’d been crouched beside the water, washing their clothes, stood up with a weary sigh.
Ruth barged out of the van they’d been sleeping in since being banished. She stalked toward him. “Are you done yet? The stove is not working, and power is going in and out!”
“The generator is almost out of fuel. We’ll have to find somewhere along the road to fill up,” Walter muttered, hanging up the wet clothes on a line beside him.
“With what money?” Ruth asked. “All of our accounts are locked! We have no money!”
Walter looked up at her. “Then perhaps we stop using electricity. I can build use a fire–”
“How primitive.” Ruth placed a hand on her hip. “I was never meant for a life like this. You used to be rich. Now look at where you’ve dragged me.”
Walter’s gaze narrowed on her. “You are just as much to blame for our situation as I am.”
“You are the man of our household, take some responsibility. Or, at least you were the man of the house. Now we have no household. And you’re on your knees in the dirt washing clothes in a river.”
He walked past her and went to the van, opening up the back doors. They’d placed a mattress down and had a small electric stovetop set up to cook. It wasted so much power. He turned it off.
“I’ll get a fire going,” he said. They’d have to do things the old–fashioned way until he could find a job
on the road somewhere.
He turned to look at Ruth.
She had her arms crossed, a sour expression on her face.
“I deserve more than this,” she stated.
“Then you can leave.”
“And go where? There is nowhere to go!” Ruth said, turning a circle before stomping over to a fallen log to sit down. “I’m stuck with you,”
Walter ran a hand over his face. “Goddess give me strength,” he muttered under his breath.
Ruth looked out toward the river, a haughty aura about her. Walter moved toward her, reaching out to take her hand and bring it out from where she’d crossed her arms.
“Come on,” he said “You’re hungry and tired. I’ll get a fire going for dinner”
Ruth stood up as he tugged her. Then turned to look up at him. “Fine,” she said with a roll of her eyes
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Then both of them looked toward the road as the crunch of tires approached. A black SUV pulled down the path to where they were parked. It stopped not too far away from their van.
Walter stepped ahead of Ruth.
“Oh what now,” Ruth groaned.
A well–dressed woman stepped out. Walter narrowed his eyes. She was tall and wore a black suit and sunglasses. She didn’t move far from the vehicle, just folded her hands in front of her.
Walter couldn’t place her rank, not first. Her wolf scent…
He stilled.
She was an Alpha. A female.
“Walter and Ruth,” she said, sounding far more familiar than she should have.
“Who are you?” Walter demanded.
The woman remained where she was, standing firm. “I work for a certain Omega you recently made a deal with.”


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