Zayde’s Point of View
By the time I make it back to the pack house, my mind still hasn’t quieted down yet. I slowly drag myself up the steps. My legs feel like they are moving through water, slow and reluctant. Every inch of me aches, some from the hits that Uncle Jake landed, but most of it from the inside.
Everything shifted tonight. Everything changed.
I am halfway up the stairs, when I freeze.
Her scent, with the new edge to it, hits me all at once, wrapping around my chest like a vice, and then loosening, like I can breathe for the first time tonight since she walked away.
Chloe is here.
My heart starts to thunder in my chest as I push open the door to my apartment.
I move quietly, following the trail of her scent through the apartment, past the quiet kitchen, the dark living r
