Faith's Pov
Six years. That’s how long it had been since I stepped out of the woods and into the noise of the human world. Six years since I walked away from Astor, from the pack, and from a life that demanded I be something I just wasn't.
New York City was everything the packlands weren’t, loud, fast, and completely indifferent. It was perfect. Indifference meant peace.
I had found my routine. Early mornings, the smell of yeast and sugar, and the comforting presence of Mr. and Mrs. Gable at "The Gables Cake." They were an old couple who treated me just like the daughter they never had. They didn’t ask about my past, and I didn’t offer it. I just kneaded dough and stacked loaves, and for the first time in my life, I felt safe.
I had even managed to buy a little house in a quiet part o
