YELENA

I ended up sleeping at the pack house again.

By the time everything had settled, the night had already swallowed the sky whole. No one would let me leave, not even when I insisted. They kept saying I needed rest, that I had done enough, that I looked like I would fall over if I took one more step.

Maybe they were right.

Still, I had to send Nyra a message. She was waiting for me at my parents’ house, probably pacing like a restless wolf. I told her I would leave in the morning. I ...