Chapter 48

• My choices were stark. I could either surrender, enduring endless torment until death claimed me, or I could run. Oberon often warned me that one day, I would have to leave—yet, deep down, I clung to the naive hope that my father might simply forget about me, that somehow, he'd release me from his oppressive grasp. How foolish I had been. At eighteen, I was about to learn the harsh truth of life on the run.
• I couldn’t meet Oberon as often anymore. The wolves were everywhere. I'd seen them lurking near the bakery where I worked, and always near the building where I lived. Oberon assured me he'd come up with a plan for my escape.
• For two weeks, he meticulously charted the safest path for me to slip away from the pack’s reach. All I needed was a false identity.