Chase
The moment I saw the bag in Clara's hands, something inside my chest twisted hard.
Leaving. The word hit me like a punch.
I stepped fully into the room and shut the door behind me before anyone else in the hallway could see what was happening. The last thing I needed right now was half the pack overhearing this conversation.
She kept packing. Avoiding my eyes.
My wolf growled low in the back of my mind, agitated, pacing restlessly. He didn't like this. Didn't like the thought of her walking out of the pack house...out of y territory...out of my life.
"Clara," I said again, trying to keep my voice steady. She didn't stop.
"I'm leaving," she repeated quietly.
"No."
She finally looked up at me then, her blue hazel eyes flashing with frustration. "You don't get to decide
