Some might say I am being a coward this time. But if one asks me, this is being fucking brave.

No one can pull this shit but me—which is running away on the eve before the Alpha I am engaged with will arrive.

One thing I didn’t fake when I arrived in my actual room, not the room where they usually imprisoned me: I indeed packed my things.

Swiftly but carefully, as if to show I am indeed taking my time to pack the things that I want to come with me in the Blood Moon Pack. As if I am relishing my last moments here in the pack where...