Emery
I don’t immediately go home. Jay came to walk me home when I called him and said I was ready to leave. I told him I needed to walk around for a while, and he agreed to stay back, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. Drew would have his head, so I agreed.
I wander through the pack gardens, eyes scanning the neat rows of vegetables and flowers. Even though it’s still early, the sun dips low in the sky, casting long shadows that stretch out like fingers over the neatly tended soil. The sounds of the forest beyond the garden fence are a gentle backdrop to my solitary thoughts.
My mind drifts back to the night I was taken, the fear that clings to me like a second skin, and the relentless pursuit that has followed. The man who stole me away is still out there, and every day that passes witho
