Victor's pov
The next morning, Arielle got into the passenger seat of my truck, and I drove out of the forest, away from my cabin.
I had made a call earlier to Michael so he could transfer my valuables from the cabin to my quarters in the pack.
Leaving the cabin behind weighed heavy on my heart.
Too many memories were rooted in that little wooden house: memories of Michael and me when we were younger, of hiding there whenever I needed an escape from my father or mother,
and the most recent memories with Arielle.
It hurt to walk away from it all, but I would do it over and over again if it meant keeping my mate safe.
The night had been long, and neither of us had slept enough.
We stayed on the highway for close to an hour, watching the occasional car pass by, before hitting the f
