Second Chance: Done with My Cheating Husband
‘Shut up, Elin,’ I groaned weakly.
I found a place to ditch the stolen uniform and badge, then bought a hoodie and cap with cash before leaving the airport.
Emerald Howl Pack’s streets used to be peaceful and quiet, blanketed in snow year-round. It was nothing like the noisy, polluted big cities. Most of the people you see on the street were locals, with a few tourists here for skiing.
No traffic jams, no loud honking, just a calm, simple life.
But this time, everything was different.