Rue’s POV

The luxury car glided forward in near silence, its tinted windows sealing me off from the world outside. The city lights slid past as I leaned back against the leather seat and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

Going back to that Pack.

The place where I had once lived as someone expendable.

I had thought, once upon a time, that time would dull the pain. That distance would soften memory. But some wounds don’t scar over.They become part of the bone.

I no ...