Spurn’s POV
I did not know what going home was supposed to feel like.
The black SUV carried us away from Moon Howlers, and every mile felt too quiet. I kept waiting for someone to shout for the driver to stop. I kept waiting for Blake’s hand to close around my arm, for Morgan’s voice to snap my name, for Alpha Amos to order everyone to drag me back inside because slaves did not leave. The pack house disappeared behind us, then the gate, then the road that had marked the edge of everything I had ever known. Still, I could not make myself breathe like it was over.
Damon sat beside me with his hand wrapped gently around mine. His thumb moved in slow circles over my skin, soft and steady, like he was trying to teach my body a rhythm other than fear. Dr. Cross rode with us, his medical bag c
