Lyra
Another gust of cold air hit me as the car door opened. We had arrived at the pack house.
I didn’t wait for the driver to come around and escort me like he usually did.
My feet found the ground faster than they should have, like they were trying to run from something, but my body hadn't yet caught up to the truth—there was nowhere left to run.
I was still shaken. Still trying to figure out if any of the things I’d seen today had been real.
Walking mindlessly, thoughts spiraling, I barely noticed the black SUV pulling up until a tall figure stepped out and slammed the door shut.
Liam.
His eyes caught mine immediately, but my mind didn’t register it at all.
All I saw were my feet moving. All I felt were the tight pull in my chest and the ringing in my ears, as I walked.
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