Chapter 31. Seventeen Hours of Rain

Josie's POV

It started raining at four in the afternoon, and he was still there.

I could see the gate from the kitchen window. Everybody in Cedar Run could. My father had pulled the old iron farm gate across the drive and chained it, and on the other side of it, sitting on the tailgate of a green Ford with his collar turned up, was the Crown Prince of the Eastern Packs.

He'd been there since one. He hadn't knocked. He hadn't shouted. He hadn't tried the chain. He'd said one thing to Walt, at the beginning, and then sat down.

"I'll wait until she does."

The whole pack came to look. They couldn't help it. Pups ran down the drive in pairs, stared through the bars, and ran back up shrieking. The Pruitt boys smoked behind the church and watched him like a television. Old Mrs. Hen