CHAPTER 72
Storm’s POV:
I sneaked through the pack house, making sure no one saw me. My shoes slapped against the white linoleum in a rhythmic pattern as I turned around to scan the area. Hoping no one was following me.
The pain of my fight with Ravena still lingered like a bullet wound in the chest. It was like an open and gaping wound, forever infected and oozing with pus. No matter how much I tried to heal, I just couldn't.
I missed her.
I missed her so much.
I missed her calm but crazy attitude. The way she always tried to include me in whatever minor activities she had in mind. Even as meager as taking a walk. The way she always defended me, even going as far as standing up to people who had more power than she did.
Back at the palace, she was the only person I trusted. Wheneve
