Chapter 38 Is This Thr End

• Alana stepped out of the car with Zayne close by, his presence the only thing keeping her together at least. The hospital wristband still clung to her wrist like a scar she couldn’t peel off.
• Her body moved, but her soul, whatever was left of it, felt like it had been scraped out and tossed somewhere she’d never find it again.
• Her feet touched the steps of the pack house, and instantly, everything shifted. The air felt like it thickened and the silence snapped taut. The front door opened on its own, slow and creaking, like the house itself knew she was coming and wasn’t happy about it.