Danielle’s POVThe ride back to the pack feels longer than the hours I spent unconscious, back in the pack hospital.The car wheels crunch against the gravel path, steady and unyielding, and I sit stiffly inside, my hands folded in my lap as though holding myself together requires constant pressure. Every movement still aches for some reason, not enough to keep me bedridden, but enough to remind me how close I came to something worse.Rhett walks behind me when we arrive at the mansion as always. Always behind. Always watching.I can feel him even when I don’t look back, the weight of his presence like a shadow stitched to my spine. Guards flank us, respectful, quiet, their gazes never lingering too long. And right now, I hate how it is that the pack has learned how to look at me now. Carefully. Like glass that’s already cracked once.Taking another step forward, I see her. ElaraShe stands at the front of the mansion steps, bathed in afternoon
Last Updated : 2026-01-08
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