The memories would not leave me alone.
I lay in bed, eyes closed, letting the past pull me back again. The sweetness of those stolen nights with Chase felt like a warm light in the middle of this cold darkness. But every beautiful memory only made my present feel more painful.
It was two months after we first met at the neutral party.
I had become an expert at sneaking out. Every few nights, I would wait until the pack house was quiet, then slip through my window and run into the forest. My heart would race the entire way, both from fear of being caught and from excitement to see him.
Chase always waited for me at our secret spot — a small hidden cabin near the border, old and rarely used. The first time I arrived, he had cleaned it up and filled it with soft blankets and a few candles
