Chapter 87 Returning
- Returning
- Ava’s POV
- The walls of my chamber had begun to feel like a prison. Ever since that moment in the kitchen—my hair disappearing in front of so many startled eyes—the whispers had spread like wildfire through the pack. No matter how tightly the doors were shut, no matter how far I pressed my palms against my ears, I could still hear the murmur of their voices, their questions, their doubts.