my life, to sink back into the pack and pretend that everything was the same. But I wasn't the same. Somethi

es, and tried to ignore the ache that pulsed in my chest. But it was impossible to ignore Nicolai. He was everywhere. His sce

once would have been meant for me. I froze, rooted in place, the air searing in my lungs. The pain hit me harder than I expected, piercing me

uch-a couple of outfits, a few keepsakes from my mom, and a tiny stack of cash I'd saved up over the years. It wasn't much, but it would be eno

. I didn't need anyone trying to stop me, not now. I hesitated, hoping whoev

?" It w

her expression shifted, a mix of shock and hurt flashing across her face. She stepped into the room, closing th

and I can't take it. I thought I could, but... seeing them together..." My voice cracked, and I bl

this alone. I know you're in pain, but leaving... going rogue? It's dangerous. You'd be lea

at me the same since the rejection. Even Levi barely talks to me, and Nicolai..." I trailed off, swallowing the ache that flared in

nger. "You're strong, even if you don't see it. And this pack is still your family.

her gentle strength... She'd always told me that I was special, that I had something powerful within me. She'd believed

here to see what's happening. She's not here to feel this emptiness... this... this rej

let myself melt into her embrace, letting her warmth and the strength of her arms hold me together when I

p you. But I don't think you should do it now. Not when you're still healing and not when you're not ready. Take some time, Amelia

tight to speak. Bea was right. Running away now would be running from my pain, not facing it. But the idea of stayi

say, my voice hoarse. "But I don't know how m

don't have to pretend. Not with me. Let yourself feel, Amelia. Let yo

st time in weeks, I let myself feel the pain fully, without trying to hide it or bury

nding me of the good moments we'd shared, of my mother's wisdom and strength. When she

lone. Bea had reminded me that I had someone who cared, who saw me for who I was, not for the