We made our way back to the safety of the pack, the day’s tension easing. I felt relief knowing the warriors surrounded us, keeping vigilant watch. With Jack's hand firmly in mine, I felt reassured, while Ember’s soothing purr wrapped me in tranquility. As we neared the treeline by the packhouse, I paused, my gaze fixed on the scene below—a stark reminder of the gravity of our situation.
“What’s wrong?” Jack inquired, concern etched across his features as he studied me.
I took a breath, the cool air filled with scents of earth and pine. “You uprooted your entire pack for me.” I confessed, emotion thick in my voice. “They hate me for that. My choice to flee put you and the warriors at risk, leaving the rest vulnerable. That's also my fault.” The weight of my actions threatened to crush me
