Josie
I was running before I even realized where my feet were taking me.
My lungs burned, and my tears blurred the world around me into streaks of gray and silver. Every breath felt like glass shredding through my chest, but I couldn't stop—not when every heartbeat sounded like Thorne's labored breathing, not when guilt clawed at me like something alive.
The forest blurred past, branches whipping at my arms. When I finally broke through the clearing and the familiar roof of the pack house came into view, I nearly collapsed from relief and despair tangled together. My legs trembled beneath me. My clothes were torn from the fight, dirt smeared across my skin, blood—Thorne's blood—still staining my palms.
I pressed a hand to my mouth and swallowed a sob. "I'm sorry," I whispered to no one. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."
