Constance
I sat on a large boulder overlooking Mystic Lake.
So much had transpired in the last twenty-four hours, my head was still reeling. I was hoping the fresh air and the space from the packs would help me sort everything out.
Right after I’d left Gabriel’s house, I had called Jamie. As much as I wanted to see her in person to have this conversation, it just wasn’t meant to be. I was still sporting several deep lacerations to my torso and had many more bruises and random scars that were still healing. Going to her would just make everything more complicated.
I’d told her a family emergency had come up—which wasn’t untrue—and it involved my mother, father and uncle. She had known the men in my family had just up and left after th
