ELENA'S POV
I never thought I’d be back here.
Not after everything.
Yet here I was, standing before the gates of the Crimson Moon Pack—the place that had once been my home. The place where my heart had been shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces. The iron gates loomed like the jaws of a beast, ready to devour me whole. Memories I had tried so hard to bury clawed their way to the surface, each one a sharp, stabbing reminder of why I had left in the first place.
The car rolled to a stop in front of the packhouse, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. My hands gripped the fabric of my dress so tightly my knuckles turned white, my pulse hammering in my ears like a war drum. The weight of the past pressed down on my chest, threatening to crush me. But then, a warm, steady hand covered mi
