Ryan moved away quickly, like he’d almost taken the bait of my playful attack. Alek, ever the gentleman, shut off the jeep and walked around to open my door.
The cold hit me first when I stepped out, sharp against my cheeks, but then I caught sight of my neighbor. She waved, her curvy frame disappearing back into her house in a hurry—just as the moving truck pulled up in front of my home.
I froze.
Of course, the entire neighborhood knew about the murder. They all knew about my son. They all knew about me. And yet, here I was—standing again in front of the wreckage of what had once been my life.
But there was a shift in me this time.
The knowledge that I wasn’t locked away in some institution… but instead living under the roof of the pack house, with my Alpha… it gave me something I ha
