Rebecca’s POV
The decision was burning inside me like the mark itself had been burning. I couldn’t wait for the pack to vote on my life. I couldn’t sit inside these walls while my father suffered because of me.
Every hour I stayed here safely was another hour my father spent chained in Jeremy’s hands.
So I prepared quietly without anyone knowing, or so I thought.
Long after the mansion had fallen silent, I silently went through the lower corridors gathering what little I could carry. A small pack. Dried food. Water. A knife stolen from the training stores.
Mira had found me earlier near the healing wing.
She hadn’t tried to stop me.
Instead, she pressed a small pouch of herbs and a simple protection charm into my hands, her tired eyes filled with worry.
“Be careful,” she whispered
