Chapter 43

Nyra’s POV

I was tired. Exhausted. Drained even.

The pack kept berating me. Blaming me, all the while pitying Jaxon like he was the victim here. I never wanted any of this. All I hoped for was peace and freedom but it seems even that was too much to ask for.

I finally got away from the crowd and sought shelter in the back area of a small book café. The owner must have forgotten to gather the chairs inside. It was a long walk back to Roe’s and quite frankly I didn’t have it ...