Jessica’s P.O.V.
I was looking at the big screen in front of me, a Starbucks cup in my hand and a broken heart inside of my chest, as I looked at the letters, showing me all the different flights that would go out today and the cities that they would fly to. I hadn’t booked a flight yet, because somehow, it felt as if I was doing the wrong f*****g thing here.
This morning, I woke up before dawn. Well, I didn't really wake up, since I had hardly slept all night long. The images of Derek turning into a wolf were still too vibrant in my mind to find some sleep. I could still hear the snarls, I could still smell the blood, I could still feel the death in the air. I wanted it all to go away, I wanted to go back to yesterday when I hadn’t known about all this mess. About all those dark secrets
