Chapter 51

• Vanessa’s POV
• Returning to my apartment with Spark in tow, I was overwhelmed by a sudden surge of nostalgia as I stepped through the familiar threshold. My key was still under the rug by the door, undisturbed, a testament to the building's safety that I appreciated. The scent of home enveloped me, mingling with the comforting presence of my loyal German Shepherd at my side. With a soft sigh, I glanced around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds that had once been so integral to my daily routine—like my morning yoga.
• Determined to shake off the lingering unease that had plagued me since leaving Blood Moon Pack, I rolled up my sleeves and set to work cleaning the entire apartment from top to bottom. I even felt motivated to rearrange the furniture, a therapeutic exercise reminding me of the monster I wished to forget.