SLOANE
Challenging Helena to a fight was one of those moments that replayed in my head no matter how hard I tried to push it away.
It shouldn’t have happened.
It never should have happened.
I drifted in and out of consciousness, my body heavy, my thoughts slow and thick. Pain lingered like a dull echo, not sharp anymore, but deep. The kind that reminded you something had gone wrong, even if the worst had passed.
My ribs had healed faster than any doctor could explain.
A miracle, they said.
I knew better.
Something inside me had answered that night. Something angry. Something stubborn. Something that refused to let me break.
When I finally woke fully, I was in the condo Adrian had arranged for us. Not the pack house. Somewhere quieter. Safer. Away from eyes and whispers.
The livin
