#Chapter 61- Driving

Kingston I hadn’t even realized how long I’d been driving. States blurred together, towns passed in a haze, the rhythm of tires against pavement the only sound that kept me grounded. The GPS had stopped being useful hours ago. I’d turned it off, ignoring the polite voice telling me to make U-turns or reroute. None of it mattered. I wasn’t following logic anymore. I was following instinct. It started as a whisper in my chest. It had been faint, easily dismissed. But with every mile, it had grown louder, tugging at something deep inside me that no map or tracker could trace. It felt like the same inner authoritative pull of my wolf, but there were no words involved. It was like a physical presence inside of me was tugging me along, telling me where to turn. The same pull that had made my heart sink the moment I stood in front of Cora’s burned apartment. The same pull that told me, without a doubt, she was still alive. Was this instinct? It felt like something deeper and