Rayne
The road stretched ahead like a vein through the forest, dim and endless. The Packlands were mostly quiet this time of night, just a few scattered lights in the distance and the whisper of wind slithering through the trees.
I rolled the windows down.
Maybe the cold air would sober me up.
Maybe it wouldn’t.
Didn’t matter.
My foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. The trees blurred at the edges of my vision, headlights carving two sharp lines through the dark. I wasn’t aiming for a destination. Just away.
Away from the house.
Away from Reed.
Away from my mother’s voice, still ringing in my skull like a curse.
“You let your d**k make your decisions.”
“You’re the Alpha with Beta-sized balls.”
“Your father would be ashamed.”
I gritted my teeth, trying to push it all out.
But
