*Raylee*
I am nervously watching Torren prepare for his journey into the city. He’s gathered with a small group of pack members, all sharing hushed words, their expressions serious. I can’t shake the feeling that something is about to change, and I’m terrified.
Torren catches my gaze, and his lips curve into a warm smile that makes my heart flutter, even amidst the anxiety coiling in my stomach. He strides toward me, the weight of our unspoken fears hanging between us like a heavy fog.
“Hey,” he says softly, brushing his fingers along my cheek. “You’re going to be okay, right?”
I nod, but the tremor in my hands betrays me. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. The city is dangerous… and you already know what happens if they catch you.”
“I promise,” he replies, his voice low and steady.
