Serena’s POV
The cabin felt like a cold, hollow shell. I sat at the small, wobbly table, the wooden surface rough beneath my palms.
My hands were shaking, but I forced myself to grip the pen. I had to write this. It was the last thing I would ever do for the Thornblood pack.
Every word felt like I was cutting a final thread that had held me to a life that had turned into a nightmare.
"Is it done?" Gale asked. He stood by the door, his eyes darting to the dark trees outside. His bags were already packed by his feet. He looked at me with sad, tired eyes, worried that we were running out of time.
"Almost," I said. I stared at the blank paper. I wanted to tell Caden how much he hurt me. I wanted to scream, to break things, to let all the pain out. But I didn't. I held my head high. Prid
