Jasmine’s Pov
The car came to a stop, and my heart instantly began to beat harder, and I looked through the window.
There it was.
The Bloodstain Pack.
It was the same place I walked out of five years ago with a broken heart. A little bit different because it looked restructured, rebuilt, and modernized, but still the same.
Seeing the familiar gates made a cold shiver run down my spine. The memories, the good, the bad, Garrett’s harsh rejection, the terrifying rogue attack, and Clara's death rushed into my mind, making it hard to breathe.
I closed my eyes and gathered myself.
My sweet son, Orson, was safe back at the Hemlock Pack, sleeping soundly in our cozy cottage.
I was doing this for my foster mother, Willa. The woman who raised me deserves to know that I'm alive. She has to kn
