Mackenzie POV :
I reach my bedroom after what seemed like hours because I still haven’t found all my strength back.
Luckily, I didn’t meet anyone on the way except for a few maids cleaning other bedrooms. I get to my bed and collapse on it, tired by my walk and the emotions of the last hour.
The thoughts in my head are a mess and I really need to calm down right now. I try to focus my mind on the only important thing at the moment : I have to pack my things and move out. Obviously, now that everyone knows that I am not a werewolf and that I can potentially blow up things with my hands, they will never allow me to stay at the Packhouse. By law, I have to be gone in the next days and find a place where I belong. But where ? There is no Protector house that I know of, but there should b
