Chapter 51 Ava: Clayton's Departure

Clayton's shoulders stiffen, and he sighs. "You'll be safe as long as you stay within the pack," he says, his voice tight.

My heart skips a beat at his words.

"I'm going to have to go out on a quick trip," Clayton continues, and my eyes widen.

A trip? Where? And why?

The questions are burning on the tip of my tongue, but I bite them back, not wanting to draw attention to myself. Besides, I don't need to know.

Instead, I force a small smile and say, "I hope you have a safe trip."

Clayton nods, his expression softening as he meets my gaze. "Thank you, Ava."

For a moment, I think he's going to say more, but then he seems to think better of it. He takes a step towards me, and my heart rate picks up, my body tensing involuntarily.

"Can I have a goodbye kiss?" he asks, his voice low and rough.

I swallow hard, my mouth dry. A part of me wouldn't mind feeling his lips on mine again, knowing the passion that can erupt between us.

But a much larger part of me holds me back.

So instead of leaning in, I turn my head slightly, offering him my cheek. His lips brush against my skin, warm and soft, and I feel a shiver run down my spine despite myself.

As he pulls back, I can't help but notice the flicker of disappointment in his eyes, and I have to fight the urge to apologize.

another smile and

He taps my nose, his disappointment already hidden. "Set up

There's no point wondering if it's hacked. I'll just get a new burner as soon as I

Try staying inside. Rowan will be by

heart beats a little faster. Without Clayton, it'll probably be easier for me to get another

again, with a

* * *

The city is huge.

human city of White Peak—well, you can't really compare

step out of the car, my heart racing as I take it all in. Skyscrapers tower overhead, their glass facades glinting in

it all. I'm used to the quiet,

over at Rowan, who's walking beside me, his eyes scanning the crowd. He seems at ease, comfortable in

guiding me towards a large department store. Its windows are filled with mannequins dressed in the latest fashions,

are polished marble, the ceilings high and adorned with glittering chandeliers. The air is perfumed with the

t-shirt, even with the brand names on their labels—something I'd found excessive, but I'm learning that Clayton doesn't know the meaning of frugal—but Rowan doesn't seem to notice. He's

steal glances at Rowan. He's different now, more relaxed and easy-going. During my heat, he had struggled with his own attraction to

now, there's none of that tension between us. He's just Rowan, warm and friendly, a steady presence at my side. If

in a place like this. The crowds make me nervous, the constant movement and noise setting my nerves

Peak and Cedarwood that

and scent the air as I

it the presence of Rowan, or is it

smell your power, Selene says, calm as ever.

to make hiding a

hiding, it would be more prudent to get stronger so

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