(Emma)
The drive back to the pack house felt endless. My hands were shaking, and my heart pounded in my chest. I kept glancing out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the place before we even arrived. I needed to see Darius. I needed to know that he was okay.
The war had taken so much from us. I could only imagine how he was feeling, knowing that so many of his pack members were gone. I knew Darius. He would blame himself; even if there was nothing more, he could have done.
When the pack house finally came into view, I barely waited for the car to stop before I jumped out. My feet hit the ground hard as I ran, my breath coming in quick gasps. My eyes darted around, searching for him. People were everywhere—some injured, some tending to the wounded, others just standing in shock. Bu
