Ava’s POV
“This spot’s perfect for hitching the horses,” Steve murmured as we hit the border of the pack lands, the forest looming ahead like some starving, shadowy monster. We secured our mounts to a twisted, sturdy oak, their hooves pawing at the soil, letting out soft snorts while we tightened the ropes to make sure they wouldn’t bolt.
My chest ached, raw from Liam’s hidden truths, his confessions stirring up those scorching memories of us locked together, fierce and unrelenting, his hands pressing down on my shoulders until I shattered beneath him, only for it all to crumble thanks to Lucy’s vicious fabrications—labeling me a w***e for allegedly banging Steve right out in the open.
“This lines up with what we’ve heard,” I muttered, peering into the woods, my sight catching on warped
