Blakely’s POV
I close my bedroom door behind me, take a deep breath, and shake my shoulders.
Ok, I have two hours.
Two freaking hours.
I bury my face in my hands and try to think. I don’t even know where to begin. I’m still flustered from Alpha Jake’s little revenge tease.
I totally get it. Ha ha. He got me back for last night.
Such an asshole.
I run my hands through my wild hair and look around my messy room. I need to pack, but I also need to say all my goodbyes.
I make my way over to my nightstand and pick up the pink landline phone on top of it. We don’t have cell phone service in our village, so we still use the old school way to call each other, and everyone who lives in the packhouse has their own line in their room.
I press my number one speed dial and Trey answers before
