Jade’s POV
I didn’t think I’d be nervous to see Ashley again. But as I sat on the edge of my bed, freshly showered and finally able to walk without wincing, my palms wouldn’t stop sweating.
She was coming over.
The moment I texted her to say I was okay—really okay this time—she had replied with three heart emojis, five exclamation points, and a demand: “I’m coming. You better spill everything, Jade Blackwood.”
The knock came fifteen minutes later.
I opened the door, and she barreled in before I could even say hello, her bag slung over one shoulder and an energy drink in her hand like she’d just finished a sprint.
“Girl!” she cried, pulling me into a tight hug. “I was two seconds away from dragging the whole pack through the woods to find you myself!”
I laughed, hugging her back. “I
