“I’m getting married, Elisha,” I said, though the words felt strange, as if they belonged to someone else. “This place—it’s no longer home to me.”
“To whom?” she asked, her voice tinged with fragile hope. “Is he better than the Alpha?”
I hesitated, unsure how to respond. My wolf was quiet—something she rarely was—and her silence felt like confirmation that this was the path we needed to take. That leaving, painful as it was, was right.
“I pray he is,” I whispered, more to myself than to her. “I truly hope he is.”
Debbie's POV
I had already packed the essentials into my travel bag. It wasn’t a lot—just what I would need moving forward. I deliberately left behind all the clothes and jewelry Darrell had gifted me. I didn’t want to carry any remnants of him with me—neither his scent, his material tokens, nor the hollow promises that once warmed my heart but now made me feel sick.
My departure was set for five days from now. That gave me a small window—just enough time to bid farewell to the ones who truly mattered to me, especially the children.