Chapter 14

Teagan's Point of View

Somehow the room felt more empty than the one back at the pack house. There was no one around. Nothing moving. Or maybe it was just the thickness of the walls blocking my hearing.

A five-star hotel had to at least give you some privacy after all. And a town full of wolves meant soundproof walls for your guests.

Or it was the conversation I had had with Bellamy echoing in my mind. How utterly defeated he looked when I told him off. When I stormed off. The amount of despair caught on his face resembled mine when we escaped this place. Maybe even a touch more.

Either way, a pang of sadness hit me in the chest. Hard and unyielding.

I missed home. I missed Harland and my bed. Alvara and the gang. All of our late-night drinking sessions. The fun and comfort I found within my group. My new home. The one I had dreamt about for my entire life.

Now I was thousands of miles away, alone, and terrified of what the future held for me.

When I came here, I had no intent