As I stepped into the crisp night air, my wolf snarled inside me, its fury a wildfire raging through my veins. My body trembled with it—the urge to destroy, to unleash all the pain and betrayal clawing at my insides. I wanted to tear apart this world that had cast me aside. I wanted them to feel even a fraction of what I felt.
But then, my hand instinctively pressed against my abdomen.
The anger screeched to a halt, drowned out by a single, fragile thought. I was pregnant.
I clenched my jaw, forcing the fire back down. Not yet. My wolf growled in protest, but I knew—I knew—I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not when I carried a life inside me, innocent and undeserving of my vengeance. So, I walked. One step at a time, I left behind everything I had once known.
I drifted through the streets, aimless, my mind a tangled mess of rage and despair. I had nowhere to go, no plan—only the suffocating realization that I no longer had a place in this world. I wasn’t the Alpha’s daughter anymore. I wasn’t Harland’s mate. I was just… Avery.