Tears continued to fall as I got dressed, and as I walked up the stairs and packed all of my clothes. I’d come back for my computer later when I found another place to stay. Moon Ridge had to have apartments or something, close enough to Zed’s place that our wolves could still meet up when they needed each other.

I had hurt Zed enough.

My feet were slow and silent as I slipped out of the house. Instinct carried me toward Zed’s car—we always took his car, because it got better gas ...