Instead, I sent a quick message to my parents.
"I’ll be home tonight. I’ll explain everything that happened."
I grabbed a bag and started throwing in whatever clothes I could find. My mind was spinning—how had I let things get so bad? I should’ve left long ago, but I kept holding on, clinging to the person Darius used to be—or at least, the version of him I imagined.
I was almost out the door when I heard tires screeching in the driveway. My wolf sensed it before I heard the car door slam shut. He was here. Darius's footsteps echoed up the path, each one tightening the knot of tension inside me.
“Ember!” His voice cut through the night like a sharp howl, full of fury as he stormed into the house.
“What were you thinking, posting that for the whole pack to see?! Do you want to make me look weak and a cheater in front of them? What will our wolves think of their Alpha now?!” His voice cracked, anger and frustration flowing through every word like wild energy beneath the full moon.
I didn’t even glance at him. I zipped up my suitcase, dead silent.