The moon was high above us, a silent witness to our escape. Luca and I hadn’t spoken for several minutes now, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable.
It was heavy and meaningful. We both knew the gravity of what tomorrow held, and for now, this fragile night was our only reprieve.
He led me to a place just on the outskirts of the pack’s main territory, an old storage cabin that had long been forgotten.
It was dusty and cold, but it was shelter.....and right now, that was more than enough.
We sat in the dim glow of a single lantern, the quiet between us finally broken by soft, tired voices. The world outside felt too loud, too sharp. But here, within these wooden walls, there was calm.
“You didn’t have to come with me,” I said softly, pulling my knees to my chest.
“I did,” Luca replied
