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I can’t help but think of my old beat–up car. Its paint is chipping away and has more dents than a golf ball. The steering wheel is worn, and the seats are covered in faded fabric with a few stubborn stains.
My driving skills aren’t the best either, and the idea of navigating one of Soren’s vehicles makes my heart race with nervousness. As I grip the steering wheel, a mixture of excitement and apprehension floods through me, and I begin to shake my head.
“I can’t take one of these. What if I…” Soren starts the car and shuts the door. “Do you have one that is less… expensive? What about an old beater car or something?” Soren arches a brow at me.
“A what?” he questions.
“Something more durable?” I ask. Soren chuckles softly.
“Your driving can’t be that bad. Besides, I have insurance.” I roll my eyes, but he continues.
“You’re not taking whatever heap of junk is parked in your grandmother’s barn. Besides, these all have AirTags in them, so I can track where you are.” The thought of being tracked makes me uncomfortable, a sense of being watched that prickles at the back of my mind.
Yet, I understand Soren’s concern, and a part of me is reassured by the idea that someone will know where I am in
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case anything goes wrong, but it also has me worried that Soren is losing trust in me. Reluctantly, I nod.
“Thank you, Soren,” I say, my voice wavering slightly as I force a smile.
“I’ll take good care of it, I promise.” He gives me a reassuring nod, and I put the car in gear, pulling out of the huge garage, swallowing my nerves.
As I pull away from the castle, the sleek Audi glides. effortlessly down the driveway, the powerful engine purring beneath me. The road ahead stretches out into the night, illuminated by the car’s headlights. Each mile takes me farther from the life I’ve started to build, but the urgency of seeing my father propels me forward.
Hours pass as I drive, the landscape shifting from the lush greenery of Soren’s territory to the bright city lights and then to the more rugged terrain of my childhood home. The familiar roads bring a flood of memories–happy, carefree days intertwined with the painful past I thought I had left behind. I grip the steering wheel tighter, the thought of returning to my old life weighing heavily on my mind.
As I approach Blackwood Pack territory, the entrance feels almost surreal. The once–vibrant banners that hung proudly now look tattered, reflecting the strife that has plagued my family. My heart races as I navigate the winding roads, leading me to the packhouse–a place filled with echoes of laughter and love now overshadowed by the weight of my family’s fractured bonds.
I pull into the familiar driveway, my childhood home standing dark and silent against the night sky as I slow to pass it. The
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packhouse, once bustling with life, feels eerily quiet. Shadows flit across the windows, and I’m hit by an overwhelming sense of nostalgia mixed with dread. I never thought I would come. back here, not after everything that happened.
Finally reaching the hospital I park where I notice my mother’s car, but before I step out of the car, I pull my phone from my pocket and quickly type a message to Soren, my fingers trembling as I hit send.
Just arrived at the hospital. I’ll call you later.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart before exiting the vehicle. I lock the Audi, my heartbeat echoing in my ears as I make my way toward the hospital entrance. The familiar scents of the surrounding woods are both comforting and haunting.
Inside, the hospital is dimly lit, with fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.
As I walk down the sterile corridors, the walls feel like they’re closing in on me. Memories of my childhood flash through my mind–moments of joy, laughter, and then the bitter
arguments that led to my departure. Each step brings me closer to my father yet further away from the person I once
was.
