~Soren~
Felix closes the door behind us, and just like that the room grows smaller.
“Sit,” he says, his fingers raking through his hair.
I sit on the edge, my hands resting in my lap as if I was at an interview.
He takes a seat beside me, and our knees nearly touch.
"Three months," he says, beginning the speech he was about the give.
My stomach clenches. "Felix."
"Just hear me out." A hand went through his hair. "What if you don't have to leave?"
"Listen, we’ve been through this—"
"No, I mean genuinely didn’t leave. Transfer here. To Eastmoore. Permanently, stay with—” He stops himself. “Stay in the pack.”
“It’s not that simple, Felix.”
“Why not?”
“Because my mother doesn’t want me here long-term. This was always temporary. She made it clear.”
"Screw what she wants. What do yo
