Out of all the options, of all the possibilities, to get away from the media, Max chose the one I did not expect: he fled.
For the last couple of weeks we have been locked up in a hotel, it's out of season, so we had it all to ourselves.
After finding the articles online, we packed our bags and ran. We had to wade through the reporters at the gates, then again at the end of the street and even at the airport were people who wanted to snap picks of us. It was even worse than before. Because a human who is mated to an Alpha? Well that was interesting. A human male who might be impregnated by a male Alpha? That is once in a lifetime, once in a century, once in a... whatever. It was big.
So we fled. Out of all the options, this was the best for all of us. The pack could lead a life that sort of resembled normalcy, as long as there weren't that many reporters and, with us not around the house, they wouldn't bug them too much.
