Chloe POV
A shiver rippled down my spine as I waited outside the front of the pack house with my Louis Vuitton suitcase at my feet. I wasn’t sure if it was from the chill in the bitter morning breeze or my encounter with Darius just now. As soon as those words left his lips, words I had been longing to hear from him for as long as I can remember, I felt the beginnings of a panic attack forming. It was all too much, and the emotional rollercoaster I somehow seemed to be stuck on, did a loop-the-loop and plunged into darkness. I needed to breathe, and as long as he was standing in front of me, I felt like I was drowning.
Waiting outside the pack house in a complete daze, I felt numb and panicked at the same time. My mind had never been so scrambled. Did he really love me? What did that me
