Two hours later, I stood at the train station, my suitcase by my side, waiting for my departure. My phone buzzed nonstop, Ethan's name flashing across the screen again and again, but I didn't bother answering. I was done. I pulled out my SIM card and tossed it in the trash, just like the bracelet.
It was nearly midnight when I arrived home, where Dad waited for me. He smiled softly when he saw me, his presence instantly soothing the storm within.
As we drove, he handed me a yogurt. "Here, Olive. Drink up." His eyes crinkled with warmth, but I saw the gray creeping into his hair, and I broke down, tears flooding my vision.
“I’m home for good,” I sobbed. “I’m not leaving again. I’m staying with you and Mom, forever.”
I'm not leaving my real pack anymore. Being Luna to Ethan’s pack was something I wanted to forget.
Dad chuckled, his voice tender. “You silly girl, you’ll always be home, no matter where you go.”
That night, as I lay in bed, my phone buzzed again. It was Ava, a colleague. Her message came with a video: [Skylar, you need to see this. It's about Ethan and Fiona.]
