e from the walk-in closet

othes I wanted to take with m

k. When it is so full that I can barely zipper it up, I pick it up and put it at the door. I grab my purse and check that all

e on the wall. It was taken during our mating ceremony three

everything related to this pack. I will remember only my family, but I won't contact them for the ti

per telling him about my motive

ess. But please understand, telling Jasper all I've written in the letter to his face is impossible. My

e and put the envelope

en human Luna. I walk to the door, grab the suitcase, but as I peek one last time at the room, my eyes fall back on the picture. My happy face

re is no ti

ickly walk out of the packhouse to the parking lot where I have already prepared the Bugatti. I throw my purse and suitcase into the trunk and get behind the wheel. This

for half an hour to de-stress," I inform him. He looks dubious, not really convinced by my story. "How long would you stay there then?" he inquires. "At most an hour or two. I want to e

an't contai

side in disputes. I only need to pass Jasper my wishes and it is done. "No, Luna. I only carry out the standard procedure for the pack's outgoing traffic. It's nothing personal," he stutters, taking the remote out of his pocket. A moment later, a gate sl

don't want to talk to or meet anyone from Storm Forest. Without any delay, I arrive at the airport and park the Bugatti in a secluded corner. I seize my suitcase and pur

ve it in my hand, I breathe a sigh of relief. I look back once more and say a mental goodbye to the place

my head, I confidently st

nly humans are around me. Ten minutes later, my flight is called and I stroll to the counter. For a moment I panic, my heart pounding like crazy in my chest. Leaving Jasp

ck area, I stare down unt

s fi

, the human i

mentally exhausted I f