Ella's POV
The gates creaked behind me, ancient and rusted, just like the memories trapped inside them. I stood at the threshold of the pack that once made me feel like I was nothing. The place where I was born, beaten, rejected. And yet here I was again, the girl they tried to bury, now walking out alive.
We passed the gates without glancing back. My old pack didn't deserve to know that my knees wanted to buckle, that part of me still wanted to ask for answers I would never get.
"Is it done?" Christian asked, voice low.
I nodded once, swallowing the lump in my throat. "It's done."
Remo's eyes darkened. "Then we don't come back."
His voice was a vow. A threat. A final nail in the coffin.
And I believed him.
I opened the car door, but before sliding in, I looked back one last
