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I always knew they were a little outdated.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.

have jobs. They're stuck at the mercy of their mates,

Novel Grind, I would often see a father come in with his child, looking

yes—but I don't think I ever

amazing what a few months of freedom

Carlos, and Franklin. Of Clayton and Ivy. Of

worried. How long they'll stay worried for, and when they'll

Don't get me wrong…

I'm going to escape.

how quickly

my brain, I don't know

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

I'd take a boat, if we weren't in the

door opens without waiting for a response. Alpha Renard strides in, smiling sweetly, but the look is all wrong—his eyes too calculating, his face too smarmy, his voice like poison to the little happiness I've managed to store

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

squeezing my arm. "I wanted to discuss a few

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

firm enough that I can't pull away without causing a scene. "Please,

my hands folded in my lap to hide their trembling. Renard settles beside me,

purpose. These are all things you need to get your mind off

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