Living alone wasn’t as hard as I thought.
Once the pack heard I’d left the Grayson House, my childhood friends started showing up—sleepovers, movie nights, excuses to stay.That night the room was crowded with blankets and laughter.
In the dark, someone asked,
“Quinn… are you really over Caleb?”I lay flat, staring at the ceiling.
“Yeah. I’ve let him go.”Another girl said, “My brother swears Caleb hasn’t smiled since you left. Maybe he finally realized he loves you?”I laughed, sharp and loud.
“He figured it out now? After ten years? His wolf must be slower than his heart.”When the noise died, one friend leaned up, eyes bright.
“We should go out. Really out.”They picked a club.
Caleb’s club.I’d been there once. He dragged me out before I even got inside.
“This one,” he told the manager, pointing at me,
“ban her. I don’t want her face here again.”The staff memorized me.
Everyone watched.
He never cared—not even when I was his fiancée.After that I avoided his places, his scent,
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