Chapter 85
- CIARA’S POV
- The morning air was crisp against my skin when we stepped outside the pack house. Darragh's car was parked in the circular driveway, gleaming black under the sun. I hefted my bag over my shoulder, the weight of it reminding me that I'd be spending weeks away from him at the academy.
- "Let me get that," Darragh said, reaching for my bag.