My gaze swept across the room, once filled with memories, now poisoned with heartache. The faint scent of Maureen still lingered, a cruel reminder of everything I had lost. My stomach twisted, but I had no time for regret. Staying here any longer would only prolong my suffering.
I grabbed the box and slipped out through the back door, weaving silently through the packhouse until I reached the Alpha’s office. This box—this final fragment of my past—had to be somewhere Harland would find immediately.
The walk was eerily quiet, my footsteps echoing through the stillness. Soon, this place would be nothing but ashes. I had set the timer before leaving—the packhouse would be engulfed in flames once I was far enough away. There was no turning back.
At the office, I placed the box behind a pile of papers on his desk. One last glance around, one last breath of this life, and then I walked away. Straight to the airport.
As I boarded the plane, reality settled over me like a heavy fog. This wasn’t just the end of Harland and me. It was the end of everything. I no longer belonged here—not in the pack, not in that house, not with him.