Rachel's POV
Getting dressed, I stared at the scar on my leg. I ran my hand around it for a while before covering it with my dress. I picked up my phone and looked at Mason's number for a while.
"Should I just call him?" I muttered to myself with a smile. But, I knew he wouldn't pick up. Not if he realized it was me. I recalled the conversation between us today as I stared at his picture on my wall. He didn't change much even after seven years had passed. Even though I saw him less than five hours ago, I missed seeing his face. I decided to go over to his house instead.
I picked up my car keys and headed downstairs. I got into my car and drove towards the pack house. It took me less than ten minutes. I had purposely scouted for houses close to the pack house so I could be closer to him
