I stood there, staring into eyes I had never seen before, yet they felt oddly familiar. I was speechless as he stood in front of me, completely unaware that he was still holding my arm. Landon was growing increasingly angry with him the longer he held on.
Finally, Landon stepped between us and forced his hand off me, causing him to snap back to reality while I remained frozen, still gazing at him.
I wasn't sure if I even wanted to see him at all; my mind was racing with countless thoughts. He had left my mother because he was afraid of what the wolves would do to him.
If only he had taken my mother and me with him, we wouldn't have been subjected to Vincent for all those years.
"But we wouldn't have met Landon," Meadow thought to herself.
"We're leaving," I said, grabbing Landon's
