The journey to the Crescent pack felt different this time. When I left the Eternal Pack six months ago, I was heartbroken.
I had lost a baby and that would destroy anybody and also I was leaving behind the love of my life.
But today, I wasn't running. I was sitting in a comfortable car, and my hand was tucked firmly inside Astor’s.
We were driving away from the deep, dark forests of the Eternal Pack and climbing higher into the mountains. The air was getting thinner and colder, but it smelled like home. It smelled like pine needles and fresh snow. It smelled like the place where I made a home for myself.
"Are you okay?" Astor asked. He squeezed my hand. He looked a little bit nervous. It was strange to see him look nervous, but I knew why. I think us coming back here just reminded him
