I didn’t regret leaving Southern Moon. I wouldn’t exaggerate to say I despised my pack but I felt something close. I thought I left all my woes behind when I left. No one there mattered to me except Ryker and he had a lot of friends. He would be fine. One doesn’t look like Ryker without garnering a fan base despite being low ranked and poor. Better low ranked than unranked, in any case.
I stumbled despite the Prince’s arms still pulling me forward.
“Are you okay?” I heard him mutter, slowing his pace. “Have you seen a ghost?”
Two weeks of important. Of a full stomach and a good bed turned out to be enough time to pretend I lived a life of sunshine and peaches. But seeing him stung as hard as a slap of reality.
I had seen a ghost. A ghost from my world. A face I hadn’t seen in two
