Blakely’s POV
I spend the next half an hour saying my goodbyes to what feels like the entire pack, who have all gathered outside the packhouse to say goodbye to not only me, but the four other women who have mated with the North Appalachian pack members and are travelling back with us.
I’m feeling overwhelmed. I stray away from the crowd. Trey finds me and gestures to the forest behind the packhouse.
I glance at my watch. I have fifteen minutes. I grab his hand and we walk to the graveled walking path behind the packhouse that loops around the village. We take a seat at the first bench we get to.
I wrap my arms around his waist and lean my head against him while he strokes my hair.
I can’t imagine not having Trey around. He’s been a huge part of my life. My best friend, my boyfrien
