Forty Eight.

Lilah

I knew he was awake. As I pulled open the refrigerator door, I sensed him. Immediately he started calling to me. Growing more and more frustrated as I ignored him. He would turn his anger to Linc next, but Linc had told me that he was prepared. That they had been waiting for this day for six weeks.

I had checked in every few days, letting Linc know that I was good. That I had found somewhere to live and most importantly that I was safe. And safe is how I had felt for the past six weeks, but that feeling was slowly fading now that I knew Colt was awake.

I was happy that he had recovered, but at the same time, I knew my time here would be coming to an end. Colt would force me back to that pack.

“You look like you have seen a ghost.” Daphne mutters as she reaches up to the shelves.

“It’s fine.”

“You sure? You don’t look so great.”

I had met Daphne a few weeks ago. She had been curled up in the corner of the bus shelter. Her clothes soaked from the pouring rain. Her chocolate hair s