EVANS
I walked along the winding path outside the pack house, my feet dragging slightly as I tried to shake the tension gnawing at the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to feel this way, but every time I thought about Valerie, I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of my own confusion. She was dangerous, wasn’t she? The attacker had made that clear. But then again, there was something about her, some unspoken truth that had me second-guessing every instinct I had.
“Evans.”
I stopped, my heart sinking as I turned around. Ellen stood there, her arms folded, her expression unreadable. She had this way of making me feel like I was standing on trial, but then again, I supposed she had every right.
“Hey.” My voice was distant, almost too cold. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk to her
