JOHN'S POV.
As the car drove, racing along the busy streets of L. A, my head lolled from side to side.
It was embarrassing, but I couldn't help it. Throughout that month, I couldn't recall a night when I got adequate sleep. The days were hot and stressful, the nights busy and restless.
I had to meet all the boring people in the world, who gave me lectures on being a strong Alpha, and leader of the pack even though I never signed up for it. Nor did I go to them to receive lectures.
I was taught about the full history of the sculpture from each elder I met. So many days, I was forced to keep them company under the pretense that I was being schooled for a good reason, and not just because they were bored.
The worst part was moving from town to town. They said I had to locate the graves of the previous Alphas. I had to take the sand and stone from a hundred previous Alphas' graves.
