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I didn’t waste a second.
The second the fire fully faded from my fingertips, I spun on my heel and booked it back toward the pack house, boots crunching against the gravel path.
I kept my head low, heart pounding, adrenaline still rattling around in my veins like a live wire.
Where was my room again?
Second floor. Left hallway. Third door.
I made it inside the house without running into anyone—thank the Moon—and bolted up the stairs two at a time, not stopping until I reached the door.
Slam.
I shut it behind me with a solid thud, locking it for good measure.
And leaned against it, chest heaving.
Sh.it. Sh.it. Sh.it.
My mind was already spiraling before my breathing evened out.
What the hell was Margherite doing here? In Winter Pack?
My new supposed safe haven.
Was it a coi
