Norella pov
The tension in the pack house was almost unbearable. Jason's eyes were fixed on me, searching for any signs of weakness or doubt. He had his suspicions, just as I did. My decision weighed heavily on my mind, and I knew what I had to do. Taking a deep breath, I turned to him.
"Jason," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I want to go to my former house."
His gaze softened slightly, concern replacing the hard edge. He nodded. "I understand. But I'll come with you."
We left the pack house together, stepping into the cool evening air. The path to my old home was a familiar yet haunting journey. Overgrown weeds and brambles choked the trail, a testament to the years of neglect. The trees loomed above, their branches interlocking to form a dense canopy that blocked out most
