A couple of hours later, I found myself in the town library looking for a map of pack territories. Unfortunately, I wasn't having any luck. With a slight growl, I slammed the last book shut and reshelved it.

Walking up to the information desk, I saw that it was Amber manning the desk. I slowed my walk, grumbling to myself. She and I had issues. Issues concerning Wells. She had hoped that Wells would eventually pick her over me, but that never happened. We were enemies and we liked it that way.

She looked up at the sounds of my boots hitting the marble floor. She sneered at me and I felt the same response on my own face.

"Clarke," she said venomously. "Interesting look you have there."

"Kinda happens when you get the side of your head bashed in," I replied, icily. "Look, I'll be out of here in a month. We won't ever see each other again. I've just got one question and then I'm out of here."

She looked me up and down, trying to size me up and fighting the urge to submit to me.

Sighing and crossing her arms, said, "What's the question?"

"Do you know where we keep the maps of the pack territories of Virginia," I asked, reining in my own displeasure.

"Not here," she replied. "Alpha's office has it."

"See," I replied, "That wasn't so hard, was it? Thank you for the info and now you don't ever have to see me again."

I turned to leave and was halfway out of the library when she called out, "It should have been you, Clarke Griffin. You should have been the one at the bottom of the pond, not Wells."

I fought the urge to bring my shoulders up to my ears and just left without saying anything. I quickly crossed the street and headed over to Town Hall. I paused at the entrance and taking a deep breath, entered. I headed straight to Jaha's office, not daring to look at anyone, and knocked politely on the door.

"Enter," a woman's voice called out.

I opened the door and pasted on my best smile and said, "Hey, Ms. Morris. How are you doing today?"

She smiled kindly at me and replied, "I'm doing just fine, dear. Is there something I can help you with?"

I nodded, "There is. I was over at the library looking for a map of the pack territories in Virginia and couldn't find one. Amber told me that Mr. Jaha might have one. I was wondering if I could get a copy of it?"

Her smile faded and her face became sympathetic, "I heard about your exile, Clarke. It's really such a shame that he's forcing you to leave town."

"Thank you, Ms. Morris," I replied. "Mr. Jaha was kind enough to give me a month to find a place. That's why I need the map. I wanna make sure that I don't accidentally end up in anyone else's territory or town."

"Of course," she said, "That's smart thinking."

"Yes, ma'am. So, does he have a map?"

"Of course and it was just updated last month, too. Let me just get you a copy," she said, standing up.

"Thank you," I replied and watched her head into the main office.

I sat on one of the chairs and spent the time looking around the outer office. It looked the same as it always had. Walnut paneling, ancient sconce lighting, built in bookshelves filled with a multitude of hard bound books, uncomfortable leather chairs, and a checkered marble floor. I'd only been here less than half a dozen times my whole life. Most of which were dedicated to arguments between my dad and Jaha. Most of those arguments were centered around myself. Dad had spent most of my life fighting to get the laws changed so that I could remain living here. Unfortunately, those arguments costed my dad his life and I was forced to date Wells to keep my mother from losing it.

I closed my eyes and sighed as I heard the whir of the copier. I opened them again when I heard the door open and stood up, waiting. Ms. Morris walked over to me with a cardboard tube.

"Here you go, dear," she said, holding the tube out to me. "Good luck."

I nodded and took the tube and replied, "Thank you, Ms. Morris. I'm going to need it."

I left and headed to Raven's garage next. She was still holding onto my truck and I was feeling the itch to get behind the wheel again. I walked into the bay and saw her bent over the engine block of a Jeep. Walking over to her, my eyes were once again drawn to her ass and I resisted the slow uncurling of desire that nestled below my belly button.

"Raven, we really have to stop meeting like this," I said as I leaned up against the Jeep.

She looked over at me and grinned, "You'd feel a whole of a lot better if you just went and got laid, Clarke."

I shrugged, "Probably. But that ain't gonna happen anytime soon. Where's my baby?"

She jumped down from the bumper and replied, "Out back. Let me just grab the keys."

I headed outside as she jogged into the office for the keys. I sighed in contentment seeing my Bronco and ran a hand lovingly along it's length. Dad had gotten it for my 16th birthday and I remembered the hours we spent working on it, making it just right. Four wheel drive with a lift kit, electric winch, and a ram snorkel. We had so much fun going off-roading and muddling in this thing. I missed those days and it just wasn't the same without him. I sighed and turned back to garage, watching Raven jog over with my keys dangling from her hand.

She bowed gallantly and presented me with my keys, making me laugh.

"God, stop being an idiot, Rae," I said, laughing and taking the keys. "You and Bellamy are horrible."

She shrugged, "He might be rubbing off of me. So, she's in prime working order and ready to take on the world."

"Fantastic, Rae," I said and gave her a quick hug. "Hey, what are you going to do about the shop? You own half of it, right?"

She looked over her shoulder at the building and replied, "I'm probably going to sell my half to Gary. It ain't going to be much, but it'll be something. I just gotta figure out how to keep the sale under wraps and keep Gary from talking about it. Maybe make him think that he was doing me a favor by buying me out. I'll figure it out."

I shook my head and said, "I still don't understand how you could give this all up for me, Rae."

She turned to look at me, all playfulness gone, and replied, "Clarke, you're like a sister to me. No way am I willing to lose you over some petty bullshit. We've been through a lot of shit together and you've never let me down. You're too damn important to me."

I hugged her tightly, tears falling slowly from my eyes and said, "You're important to me too, Rae. I love you."

She chuckled and said, "I love you too, Clarke." She stepped back and took the tube out of my hand and asked, "What's this?"

"Map of pack territories," I replied. "I want to make sure I'm not settling in someone's territory, but I want to make sure that I'm close to one. It'll guarantee that any town nearby will be werewolf friendly."

"That's smart thinking," she replied. "Just so you know, Harper's thinking about bringing a couple of horses with her and Monty's going to want to grow his prized crops. Which means we need land."

I nodded, "I figured as much. We're also going to need a big enough house that fit all of us in. Do you think Jasper will really leave us? I mean, him and Maya are expecting their first kid."

"I'll touch base with him and see what he wants to do. Bringing a kid in this world changes a person's perspective."

"No kidding," I said, chuckling. "Anyway, let me get outta the way and back to the house so that I can start researching. Four weeks is going to go by pretty fast."

"Don't worry," she said, squeezing my arm, "You'll figure it out. I'm just glad you're rich."

I laughed and replied, "So am I. Family Dinner Friday?"

"Absolutely," she said, grinning. "Can't wait."

"Good," I said, climbing into the front seat. "I'll see you later."

"Laters," she replied, banging the side of my truck and stepping back.

I started it up and it roared to life. I grinned and headed back to the house.