Devon's POV
After driving round that morning, I still couldn't find her. Frustrated, I wanted to return to the pack house. The sky had cleared up and the day was bright. The sun was also rising high in the sky and I felt, rather than return home to a lonely place, why not just stay a little longer outside to see if she would suddenly show up.
Somehow, I managed to locate the mart Damian was talking about. I entered in and I instantly noticed the owner of the stall. I walked up to her.
"Good morning ma'am." I greeted. Now if someone had told me that I would be greeting such a measly woman, in my entire life, just for the sake of another woman, and not because I want to kill her or something, I would have totally refused it. But alas, here I was, doing exactly that which I felt was impossible.
"Good morning mister, what would you like to get?" She asked.