Iris
Over the following few days, I launch myself into my preparations to leave Ordan.
Miles doesn’t speak during those days. Not a single word. It breaks my heart over and over again every time I have to look at his sad little face, and I feel like a horrible mother.
But I know, someday, he’ll understand why I had to do this. I have to protect him from the onslaught of public attention he’ll get if his identity is discovered, most of which will be negative. I can’t bear to see him being followed and harassed in public, just as I have been, simply for being the product of a human and a wolf.
And so I get to work preparing to leave.
The landlady in Ordan is understanding, but puts her foot down when it comes to our lease-breaking fees and security deposit. I have to pay
