MAYA
By the time Finn turned into the driveway that led to the Ashbourne Wolves’ Pack house, the place I used to call home, the sun had started to set. I bit back a pang in my chest at the familiar sight of the stone manor stretching below.
I sat paralyzed in the passenger seat with fisted hands on my lap. The burden of returning was so heavy on my shoulders that I could barely move.
Finn looked me in the eye, and his warm, chestnut-coloured gaze caught the hesitation in my gaze. He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Do you want me to go in with you?”
I nodded, thinking I would be dead by now if not for him. “Please,” I forced a whisper.
The gravel crunched beneath my feet as we got out and walked up to the front door. My heart pounded with fear, and my hand shook as I graspe
