Stephanie's POV

The rain hadn’t stopped that night. It fell in sheets, soaking through the thin blanket I used to shield the twins as I carried them both down the muddy street.

I had no idea where I was going, only that I couldn’t stay another second in the pack that broke me.

Gregory’s words still echoed in my head, but I focused on my children. Their tiny arms clung to my neck, their soft whimpers barely audible over the thunder.

I stumbled across the house by chance. A rundown bungalow at the edge of a quiet human pack.

The lights were off, but a small board leaned against the...