ROMAN
I stepped out of her room without saying another word.
The door closed quietly behind me, but the silence that followed didn’t feel quiet at all. It pressed against me, hard.
I didn’t look back.
There was nothing else to say to her for now.
My steps carried me down the hallway on their own. Helen’s words stayed with me, repeating in a way that made them impossible to ignore.
A wolf boy.
Struggling to get a grip on what I am.
My jaw tightened slightly.
I kept walking.
Out.
Away from that place, because I needed to.
I needed space—not to think, but to move. Because if I stayed still for too long, I knew exactly what would happen. I would start questioning things I didn’t have time to question.
And right now, that wasn’t something I could afford.
I had already decided.
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