MEADOW’S POV.
By sunrise, I was already outside, waiting near the front entrance of the pack house.
The cold morning air bit against my skin, but I barely noticed it.
My thoughts were too loud.
The small bag hanging from my shoulder suddenly felt heavier than it actually was as I stared at the large black SUV waiting near the front steps.
This was real.
I was actually leaving Hollow Mountain.
The thought still felt impossible somehow.
For years, this place had felt less like a home and more like a cage I could never escape from, no matter how badly I wanted to.
And now suddenly—
I was leaving.
My fingers tightened unconsciously around the strap of my bag.
The front doors opened behind me.
I immediately straightened slightly.
Alpha Killian walked out without looking in my dire
