Avery’s POV
I need an escape plan.
The words kept running through my head the whole drive back to Nightwolf pack. A drive that felt like going backwards. A regression towards a state of being I had rejected.
At least I had gotten my mother away. Gideon might still hunt for her, but now that he had me back, I was hopeful he would let her go.
When we got back to the village he marched me from the car up to my rooms and followed me in.
“Avery, we need to talk,” he was standing by the door, arms crossed. I was seated on the bed. I was so tired. Our escape and return had taken all night.
I didn’t want to answer his questions. I wanted to put my head down and sleep. I was emotionally drained–from fighting Gideon, and from fighting myself.
Every time we were in the same room, it took
