Valerie's POV
I didn't stop walking no matter how much Mike called my name.
Now wasn't the time to get soft-hearted, otherwise I would regret it for life.
Even when the pack boundary disappeared behind me, I didn't waver or falter.
I watched as the trees thinned and the scent of the forest faded and was replaced by something unfamiliar.
I had only seen this scene once a week ago when I attended the business dinner with Mike.
This time, I was experiencing it alone. From now on, I was going to be the only person holding my fate in my hands.
I would build something different from what the pack represents.
Something more human that would tolerate people without a wolf like me.
Well, everyone believed that I don't have a wolf.
My suitcase rolled softly behind me, its wheels bumping slightly against uneven ground as I followed the narrow path that led toward the main road.
The walk was long since werewolves tried hard to live away from modern civilization.
