Chapter 8 I Don't Keep Trash
- Jasper, stands over me like a storm that never broke.
- I smiled faintly, almost amused at myself. "After your Alpha ceremony in a week," I said, my voice calm, deliberate, "I'm leaving. I want to travel."
- Jasper snorted, sharp and cold, as though my words were nothing more than background noise. "Go wherever you want. I won't stop you."