Devon dropped Missy off at her home once we reached Silver Pack. The quiet in the car screamed with the weight of the conversation we heard at the library.
This was beyond mere dislike. This was beyond passionate cries for my death from scared, bigoted people. This was a cold, ruthless calculation aimed at eliminating the possibility of a threat. No crimes, no trial, or judgment. Plain execution.
I couldn’t leave Silver Pack, not now. I felt like a barred door had just been slammed shut, effectively cutting me off from every door, option, and hope for a future.
When Missy got out of the car, she looked back at me helplessly. There were so many questions in her eyes, but she knew I didn’t have any of the answers.
“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted. “I’ll keep looking and trying to
