Maya's POV
Maya threw another shirt into her old bag, her hands shaking so badly she could barely fold the clothes. Every sound outside made her jump. Every shadow at her window made her heart race.
They were coming for her. She could feel it.
After Kai's phone call telling her about the Cross family's threats, Maya knew she had maybe hours before Victoria's people found her. The public rejection ceremony was tomorrow night, but Maya wouldn't be there to watch Kai destroy her image in front of everyone.
She would be long gone.
"Just the basics," Maya whispered to herself, holding back tears. "Only what you can carry."
Her life fit into one small backpack and a shopping bag. Three changes of clothes, her grandmother's necklace, the pregnancy tests that had changed everything, and the small amount of money she'd saved from working at the pack house kitchen.
It wasn't much to start a new life with, but it would have to be enough.
