Oriana
It was a long two-hour drive to Phoenix and she half expected pack cars to be racing after her, but they did not. No one came for her, and she chastised herself for even thinking that. Why? She thought they would. It was beyond her. After all that had gone on, all they’d done to her, they didn’t care, wanted to get rid of her, and she had just given them what they wanted. The easy way.
She’d felt the moon set halfway to Phoenix, and knew they were all now fully distracted by Dariah’s first shift and would soon be out running in the woods, for several happy filled hours. That party they were having was now in full swing, as they celebrated Alpha’s daughter.
She was unlikely to ever do that again herself; celebrate inside a pack. Ori understood it was dangerous out here as a rogue
