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.

force another smile

He taps my nose, his disappointment already hidden. "Set up your phone. Call me when you

no point wondering if it's hacked. I'll just

an eye on you and check up on you. Try staying inside. Rowan will be by this afternoon, and if you need to go anywhere, you

Without Clayton, it'll probably be easier for me to get

say again, with a smile.

* * *

The city is huge.

city of White Peak—well, you can't really compare them. They're

take it all in. Skyscrapers tower overhead, their glass facades glinting in the sunlight. The sidewalks are packed with people, all rushing to their destinations, their chatter

energy of it all. I'm used to the quiet, the solitude of my little town. Here, everything is

walking beside me, his eyes scanning the crowd. He

store. Its windows are filled with mannequins dressed in

the store is even more impressive. The floors are polished marble, the ceilings high and adorned

out of place in my simple jeans and 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 too busy keeping an eye on our surroundings, his gaze

through the aisles, and I steal glances at Rowan. He's different now, more relaxed and easy-going. During my heat, he had struggled with his

at my side.

The crowds make me nervous, the constant movement and noise setting my nerves on edge. But with Rowan

and Cedarwood that they never looked twice at me, accepting me as just another

and scent the air

of Rowan, or is it

says, calm as ever. You no longer

to make hiding a lot

hiding, it would be more prudent to get stronger

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