Chapter 105

OLIVIA’S POV The door clicked shut behind me with a soft thud, the kind that should have brought comfort… but instead, it dropped like a weight against my spine. I stood there, keys still dangling in my fingers, silence pressing in on me like fog. The house was quiet—too quiet. Not even the creak of a floorboard or the hum of the old heater. Just me. My thoughts. And the ghost of a kiss that still burned on my lips. Derek. Warm, steady, grounding. His touch had felt like reality, like safety. Like the answer I’d spent years searching for. But why did it still feel like I was unraveling? I stepped out of my shoes and walked deeper into the house. The dim hallway stretched ahead, familiar but foreign. Ever since I came back to this cursed pack, everything felt off balance. Tilted. Like I was walking on glass, bracing for it to shatter beneath my feet. Not from the pack’s cruelty—though that hadn’t disappeared. But from inside me. Because ever since I came back… I’ve been at war. Not with