After her fated mate rejects her and her pack erases every trace of her existence, a werewolf is left with nothing but the memory of their betrayal. She returns determined to make those who cast her out answer for what they did.
I ate every bite. I don't know why. Maybe I wanted to be able to say I gave them the whole hour. At minute 58, my mother looked up, right at me. One full second, her eyes on my face.
My whole stupid, starving heart lifted. Colton, tell Asher the west clearing's booked. I stood up before dessert. I'm sorry, my girl. I don't understand them either.
Nick said quietly, as I walked out into the dark. I packed in nine minutes. Everything I own fits in one bag. I left three things.
The green dress, the pack-craced ring, and a note on my mother's pillow. I waited a year. Don't come looking.
W. Then I crossed the county line at 12.14 a.m. on my real 18th birthday and I did not cry.
200 miles later, I pulled into a gas station under a buzzing yellow light and did the one thing I'd promised myself I wouldn't.
I checked my phone. Five hours gone. A year absent. Surely.
No text. No voicemails. Zero missed calls. I laughed until my ribs hurt. Then laughed until I was crying.
Then I dropped the phone in the trash,