WILLOW'S POV
The moment the pack house was behind me, I finally let out the breath I’d been holding. My hands were still shaking slightly, but I shoved them into my pockets and forced myself to keep walking. I didn’t want to go back to the quarters just yet. The walls there felt too close. I needed air.
So instead, I turned toward the woods that bordered the pack house. I just needed space—to think, to breathe, to get away from Atlas and everything that had to do with him.
The sound of my boots on stones filled the silence until I reached the edge of the trees. I was just about to step in when I heard my name.
“Delta Willow!”
I stopped, my jaw tightening. I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.
I sighed and turned slowly, already irritated. “What do you want?”
He was w
