That definitely wouldn’t heal properly without Eden.
Love that for me.
By the time I hit the ground my hands were scraped raw and my knees looked personally victimized by gravity.
Still alive though.
I sprinted straight toward my car before another horrible life choice could happen and didn’t stop driving until the pack territory gates appeared again.
The second I parked I slipped inside the house like a criminal trying not to get caught by my own family.
Which honestly wasn’t entirely inaccurate.
Mostly because I needed to set everything up before Daddy caught me and I got busted twice in the same day.
Voices echoed faintly downstairs.
Laughter.
Dinner probably.
Normal life continuing while mine actively caught fire.
I avoided everybody successfully and practically slammed my
