(Christian)
I squealed as I landed in my room at college. Jacob's teleportation skills were top-notch—I had to give it to him. I looked around, feeling that rush of freedom.
I never expected to get this opportunity—to be away from them. It felt like my first taste of independence. No more Mason, no more Jaxon, and most importantly, no more Greyson breathing down my neck twenty-four-seven.
Here, I could finally be myself. I loved drawing, and it was something no one knew about—not even Pops and Dad. I kept it to myself, afraid they'd think I was weird.
I chuckled, covering my eyes as I thought about the triplets. They were probably freaking out right now, knowing I wouldn't be returning to the pack anytime soon.
Good riddance, too. I hated how controlling they were, especially Greyson.
