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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”

would prefer to keep you home, but it would

her plate and Phoenix studying me with hist trademark detachment. He has an easy, loving relationship with Jessa, but me? He inspects me

of them, that’s exactly

while we are there. Ava.” His eyes trail to the bruises at my neck, and I

head, prodding at my green beans with my fork. “I understand,

wolf, it isn’t like you’ll find your mate there. So just try to

4 Ava: Planning

He returns his

my fist in

the table.

feeling

***

Dad, and Jessa are in their own vehicle, while I accompany Phoenix in Jessa’s

of numbness. Phoenix drives with the arrogance of an alpha, one arm draped across his door

The radio is off, because of course it

Cold and distant, just

them.

state. My thoughts drift to Lisa,

foolish at the Lunar

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at the side of his face, wondering if he somehow knows, and fight to stay calm. “Of course not. Dad would beat me. He’s made it perfectly clear what

me.”

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

to staring out the window, trying to sound nonchalant. “Besides, it’s not like anyone can mate a

he approves of my bleak

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

the sound of his

flicks a glance toward

in hell

nannla

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