Chapter 63 Ava: Homecoming (V)

The next few days are agonizing.

There are shifters outside my house every hour of the day.

Mom and Dad have disappeared, doing… Honestly, I don't know what they're doing.

Phoenix was never around much to begin with, so I'm not surprised that I don't see him.

It occurs to me that I haven't seen Jessa even once since I've been home, but, again, not really surprised. It isn't like we were ever close.

So I pace in my childhood home, trapped, with no idea what's coming next, building nightmare after nightmare of assumptions in my mind. Sometimes I catch Selene's show on TV and watch that. Other times I watch the news, a habit I've gotten used to since working at The Novel Grind. Mrs. Elkins often had it on in the background.

It's amazing how sheltered I was from the human world, even when living in it. I see why Dad never let me watch the news; it's enlightening to see how things are outside of the views of your pack.

I always knew they were a little outdated. After being in the Aspen territory, I've learned that my family pack is barely out of the Dark Ages. Now that my eyes have been opened, there are so many details I can pick out that are just wrong.

The fact that I had a phone at all was a miracle—of course, I bought it with my own money.

Jessa begged Dad for one when she was twenty-one, and he relented. But so many women in the pack don't have a cell phone at all. My dad is sometimes considered a little too lenient on his women.

Except for me, of course.

Married she-wolves don't go out much, and don't have jobs. They're stuck at the

with his child, looking for a book or having them read

I don't think I ever

a few months of

Elkins, and Carlos, and

If they're worried. How long they'll stay worried for, and

Don't get me wrong…

I'm going to escape.

don't know how

I don't know how

suppose I could just run on foot, but I can't shift. They'd catch me within hours. The only way to escape is with a

boat, if we weren't in

door opens without waiting for a response. Alpha Renard strides in, smiling sweetly, but the look is all wrong—his eyes

dear," he croons, reaching out to touch my arm. I fight the urge to recoil. "I trust you're

I manage a nod, keeping my expression neutral. Renard's gaze rakes over me, and I resist the instinct to cover myself, even though I'm fully dressed. There's something predatory in the way he looks at

good." He nods, squeezing my arm. "I wanted to discuss a few

bracing myself for whatever twisted scheme he has in store. "What did you want to

smile widens, and he guides me toward the couch, his grip firm enough that I can't pull away without causing a scene. "Please, have

folded in my lap to hide their trembling. Renard settles beside me, entirely too close for

to say the least. A woman of your age, unmated and unshifted—it's quite the conundrum. You have no direction, no purpose. These are all things you need to get your mind off

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