22: Torn Apart

Alexa “Return to Silver Moon? Join another pack? Have you lost your mind?” My tone rose, signaling that I completely disagreed with the idea. An idea I would never entertain, not even in my wildest thoughts. I had sworn to myself never to return to Silver Moon or join any other pack. I had even shared this intention with Mr. Moris. He should have known about my desire to be a rogue without a pack. That’s why I was surprised he still brought up such an idea. “It’s the safest option. We don’t know how long Alpha Alastair will keep hunting for you. You obviously can’t stay in the club forever without stepping outside.” “No, no, no. I won’t!” I tightened my grip. “I won’t leave the club at all. If you can do it, so can I.” Hearing my argument, Mr. Moris clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Come on, Brianna. Don’t use me as an example.” He then brushed away strands of hair from his face that had escaped his ponytail because of the wind. “I’m just an old, discarded creature while you’re still y