Claire’s POV
Without Ivan around, I had no distractions from my dark and lonely thoughts. I stared out the window for most of the day and night, not really seeing anything that was there in the present. Instead, I was replaying the past. My life with Nova. Being reunited with Leo. The fleeting but happy moments when I had both of them under the same roof, safe and happy.
The memories haunted me like ghosts, and there was no real escape from them. When the window became too much, too painful, I took to wandering through the hallways of the pack house. I wasn’t even really paying attention to where I was going, but the exercise was good. I’d been idle so long my joints ached.
Unfortunately, walking through the hallways did not help me escape my thoughts. They actually turned darker, espec
