Elara’s POV
The black stretch limo glided down the highway. Outside the window, the busy city lights slowly faded into a thick, wild forest. I sat on the soft leather seat, hands resting neatly on my knees, legs pressed together. I was wearing the creamy beige cashmere suit Kael picked out for me. It was perfectly cut, expensive, and buttoned all the way to my chin. The skirt hit right at my knees. I looked prim and proper, like a CEO heading to a board meeting.
But inside? I didn't feel "proper" at all.
Anxiety wrapped around my heart like vines, squeezing tighter by the second. I watched the trees blur past the window. I felt like I was being hauled off to a totally strange world—one that would probably be full of judgment and hostility.
The Blackwood Pack. Kael’s Pack. His home.
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