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4 Ava: Planning

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The next three days pass in a haze as I endeavor to leave my room as little as possible. I spend the time trying to make a plan to escape; there’s no way in hell I’m staying here to become the pack’s omega whore. My brain skirts past everything that happened with Todd, deciding ignoring it all was much cheaper than therapy.

The walls of my room close in on me. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can’t stop the tears from falling. I try to distract myself with books, but every word seems to mock me, every page a reminder of my trapped existence. I’ve given up on my classes, because–well, I’m not coming back. Obviously.

I conclude that my best bet is to run from the gala itself, while everyone is too distracted to notice I’m gone. I pack a bag with escape in mind, filling it with clothes, food, and the balance in my bank account, after withdrawing it all. I don’t know where I’ll go or what I’ll do, but I can’t stay here anymore.

I buy a burner phone and program Lisa’s number into it, but I’m not sure if it will be safe to text her when

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I’m gone. Like a coward, I say nothing about my plans, and find myself pre–mourning the loss of my best friend. If I tell her anything, she will be in danger,

assuming my pack cares enough to hunt her down for information. It’s better to act like everything’s normal.

At dinner on the third day, I sit at the table, pushing food around my plate as my Dad drops the bomb. We’re going to the Silvermoon Pack’s territory for the gala.

It’s happening.

Composure is hard to keep when a million fire ants are crawling around inside your skin in a psychosomatic manifestation of anxiety, but somehow, I manage. Either that, or my family doesn’t care enough to notice anything off about me.

In two days, I can’t believe I’ll be surrounded by shifters looking for their fated mates, while I’m just trying to find a way out.

Dad clears his throat and I glance at him, surprised to find his eyes locked on me. “Ava,” he says, in this weird cadence that I think was supposed to be… soothing? “This is a big event for all of us.”

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“Yes, Father”

I would prefer to keep you home, but it would look odd

me. I glance around the table, unsurprised to find Jessa grimacing at her plate and Phoenix studying

to all of them,

the bruises at my neck, and I flinch. They weren’t as bad as I thought they would be, but I can only hope they fade in time for the

my head, prodding at my green

isn’t like you’ll find your mate there. So just try to stay out of trouble

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mouth shut.” He returns his

my fist in my lap, hidden beneath

the table.

no point in feeling hurt by his

***

like most of my familial interactions–in silence. Mom, Dad, and Jessa are in their own vehicle, while I accompany Phoenix in

lull me into a state of numbness. Phoenix drives with the arrogance of an alpha, one arm draped

because of

Dad. Cold and

them.

rolling plateaus give way to the mountains of the northern boundaries of the state. My thoughts drift to Lisa, wondering

anything foolish at the Lunar Gala,

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sound of Phoenix’s voice, and then by his question. I stare at the side of his face, wondering if he somehow knows,

me.”

Oh, Lord, or Moon Goddess, or whoever is the real deity out there–if only I could read my siblings like they

window, trying to sound nonchalant. “Besides, it’s not like anyone can mate a defect.” Oops, the bitterness came out anyway.

Phoenix doesn’t make a sound. I guess he

Mason will take you in. You won’t be his mate, but your kids will be legitimate and treated

the sound of his name. “As long as they have wolves, you mean.”

glance toward

in hell I’m staying with these

nannla

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