Evelynn’s POV
The hotel room door clicked shut behind me, and I sagged against it like it was the only thing holding me up.
Stale air greeted me. Thin carpet, buzzing light, sheets that smelled faintly of bleach. Nothing special, but it wasn’t my packhouse. It wasn’t his. For one blessed moment, I was alone.
I dropped my bag on the bed and toed off my boots. My body ached, not from the drive but from everything else. The betrayal, the humiliation, the fight in that bar. My wolf was pacing in my chest, restless, snarling, refusing to let me collapse into sleep.
“You shouldn’t have run,” she snapped. Her voice was low, wild, furious. “You felt them. You know.”
“I don’t care,” I muttered, pressing my palms to my eyes. “I don’t want them. Not now. Not ever.”
A vicious laugh rolled throug
