Jessica Lewis
The hum of the car engine was the only sound between us.
I sat stiffly by the window, my gaze locked on the endless stretch of road ahead. Dense forests framed the path, shadows shifting between the towering trees. It had been hours since we left, and still, I hadn’t said a word.
Tristan hadn’t either.
He sat beside me, one arm resting lazily on the armrest, his attention flicking between the tablet in his hands and the occasional murmured conversation through his earpiece.
Busy. Focused. Unbothered.
It shouldn’t have bothered me.
I had spent the entire morning seething over the fact that I had to find out—through a pack meeting, no less—that this place I had thought was home was nothing more than a temporary stop. That everything I had known these past few weeks were
