Scarlet
I was done.
With this world. With the whispers of war, with the looming darkness that always seemed to creep back no matter how many times we thought we had won. With the supernatural chaos that had swallowed up my life before I even realized what was happening.
Elijah was gone. Whether that was for good or not, I didn’t care.
Because I was getting out.
Not just from the town. From all of it.
The pack. The politics. The wolves and their endless battles.
I was going to leave Spring Hollow and move to… France.
The thought alone felt like oxygen.
Like the first deep, clean breath after drowning in murky water for too long.
I would graduate, get my grades up, stack my CV with enough achievements to make any university want me, and then I would leave. For good.
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