Elena’s POV:
Rachael glanced around cautiously before leaning in. “Leave the pack?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I gave a small nod.
She sat up straighter, studying my face. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t know, Rach. But it feels like my only option.” I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “I’m tired of everything. You’re the only thing keeping me sane.”
Her expression softened with pity, but a second later, it hardened again.
“You know you can’t just leave, right? The Alpha won’t grant you permission, especially if it’s you asking.”
“I know.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “That’s why I’m not going to ask. I’ll escape.”
Rachael’s eyes widened. “Elena…” she trailed off, biting her lip. A few seconds passed before she sighed. “I don’t know if this is a g
