Two days passed since I had arrived back at the pack house, and little by little Damian realized when I said I wasn’t doing something–it wasn’t going to happen.

He attempted to get me on the plane the day before but I stood firm in my place and refused to go. There was no talking to me about it… no forcing me to do it. Nothing.

He had my bags packed by the door and even attempted to throw me over his shoulder, but all his methods proved to be useless.

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