Evelyn’s POV
The plane had landed. The seatbelt was turned off. Everyone got up to grab their luggage, but I just sat there, staring blankly out the window. My mind was flooded with memories.
Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
The winter landscape looked cold and barren outside. Snow still covered the plains in the distance, and the faraway mountains stretched out along the horizon.
To people used to the bustling cities of Blazewood Pack or Storm Fang Pack, this scene might seem dull and lifeless.
But this is home to me.
No matter where I go, or who I marry, Northern blood will always run through my veins.
I still remember the last time I looked out a plane window like this. I cried back then too, unable to utter a single goodbye.
But I had Tristan back then, a
