Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I go to my bedroom.

My heart feels broken.

Broken because I have broken Jeremiah's trust.

Broken because I have hurt Brock.

Broken because if the wedding doesn't take place, our packs will start a war.

This is not right.

I have to do something.

I realize there is only one thing.

There's only one option.

I know what I must do.

My legs shake as I run across the room.

My hands shake as I find paper in the desk drawer and scrawl a note for Jeremiah.

My handwriting shows I am shaking.

"Be with the one you love," I write. "Tell my pack I rejected you."

If they know I am the one at fault, perhaps the war can be avoided.

I pack my bag, tidying away all the things I have only just unpacked.

Then I take my bag and steal out into the dark corridors.

I will miss the friends I made here.

Ethan. Beth. Glade.

And of course... Brock.

My heart aches just thinking of him.

I will never see him again.

I don't want to do this.

I don't want to leave him.