Nora's POV
Finally, we arrived at the Full Moon Pack. The familiar scent of pine and damp earth filled the air as the car rolled to a stop in front of the packhouse. For a moment, I couldn't move. My chest felt hollow, my hands gripping my bag like it was the only thing keeping me upright. When I finally stepped out, the cool breeze brushed against my face, but it didn't calm me. I watched as the car drove off, the tires crunching over gravel until it disappeared from sight.
"Are you okay?" Lolita's voice broke through the silence.
"Yeah," I lied, forcing a weak smile that didn't reach my eyes. "I'm fine."
But I wasn't fine. Not even close. My wolf whimpered inside me, restless and hurt, and it took everything in me not to cry right there. Every inch of my body ached for something I couldn't name, or maybe I could, and I just didn't want to admit it.
"Let's go in. Olivia should be waiting," I said quickly, turning away before Lolita could read the pain written all over my face.
