Chapter 239 One Last Time

• I parked in the shadows of the mighty oaks lining the dirt trail to the gate of Andrew’s mansion. When I first arrived, the sun was sherbet streaks sinking over the horizon. Now, the sky was dotted with twinkling, diamond-like stars and a crescent moon—a sign for my upcoming move with Noah.
• As I sat in the Honda Civic, waiting for a glimpse of Andrew, I adjusted the curly gray atop my head and wrapped the floral shawl tight around it. The lack of makeup on my face left me feeling naked, but it best fit my elderly woman getup, short of adding any wrinkles and age spots to my typically flawless skin. Noah and I had agreed that it would be best for me to come to the mansion in disguise, in case of paparazzi, and this elderly woman disguise was the best that we could think of with limited resources.
• I still could not believe that this was really happening. I was leaving the pack that I had been born into, that I had been raised in, for some small, out-of-the-way pack that I only had second-hand information about. My chest constricted at the very thought of it.