Fiona.
"Daniel, go get your stuff from Aunty's room," I told my son the moment I got back to my room.
I had decided that we were leaving the pack that night. The sooner we left, the safer we would be.
I still couldn't believe that Brittany had taken my son and even though Ethan wants to act innocent, I believed he jad somehow consented to her actions.
I was still in the process of packing when Jackson casually walked into my room.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his both hands in his pocket.
"I'm leaving. And don’t even think about convincing me to stay because I won’t," I said firmly.
"Do you really think leaving the pack now will solve the problem?" he asked.
"What do you expect me to do? Just sit back and watch him take my son away?" I shot back.
"You seem to forget that
