I go to my bedroom.
My heart feels broken.
Broken because I have broken Jeremiah's trust.
Broken because I have hurt Brock.
Broken because if the wedding doesn't take place, our packs will start a war.
This is not right.
I have to do something.
I realize there is only one thing.
There's only one option.
I know what I must do.
My legs shake as I run across the room.
My hands shake as I find paper in the desk drawer and scrawl a note for Jeremiah.
My handwriting shows I am shaking.
"Be with the one you love," I write. "Tell my pack I rejected you."
If they know I am the one at fault, perhaps the war can be avoided.
I pack my bag, tidying away all the things I have only just unpacked.
Then I take my bag and steal out into the dark corridors.
I will miss the friends I made her
