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STANLEY POV

The smell of Wyoming is better than the rest of the United States. It isn't heavily polluted or tainted by large human populations like Florida and California. It's clean and fresh smelling. The air is practically crisp here.

"I'm glad you still know how to use those facial muscles," Fin teases as he flicks his eyes between the road and my face.

I smile harder in response. Not even my little brother's ribbing can dampen this day for me. I have spent the past few weeks being tortured by him, and I am finally home free. None of the slobbering females in heat at the various packs we visited were my mate, thank the skies, and I never smelled her when Fin made us walk through densely populated human cities. I will miss my pack here, but moving North is the only solution. My love for Lauren hasn't dimmed even a millimeter, and I know it never will. I just need to vacate the area and move on with my life. I will still be my brother's lawyer, and I can handle all the al