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Tears blurred my vision. The weight of the emotion was suffocating, like a heavy boulder pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe as I realize the magnitude of his fear. “I knew it could end up like this,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “I told you there was something I had to tell you. Maybe if I had prepared you more, told you sooner...”

With a final, pained look, I turned and left, the weight of how badly everything had gone pressing down on me. As I stepped outside, the cool night air hit my face, but it did nothing to numb the ache in my chest.

I knew revealing my secret was a risk, but I never imagined this would happen. My mate pulled a gun on me, and I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have used it.

As I walked away from the home we’d started building together, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was any way to repair any of it.

I tried to remember Kian’s words and the fact that he and Gabe had made it work. But what if I wasn’t that lucky?

Standing on the sidewalk, I prayed to Great Urs that Jaxson would see past his fear and remember the love we shared. The life we had together. Until then, I had to protect our child and prepare for whatever came next, even if it meant facing it alone.

My heart felt like it was being crushed by a sledgehammer, the sharp pain radiating throughout my entire chest. It was as if each beat forced the shards of my heart to splinter and scatter into a million pieces, leaving me feeling empty and broken. Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.

What would I do if this was really the end?

Chapter 21

Jaxson

Icouldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. My hands were shaking, my heart was racing as I tried to pack up our things. This town was insane, filled with monsters. Monsters like him. I had to get Emilia and me out of here.

The world needed to know about this. The government, the press—people had to know that things like this exist.

I tossed my clothes haphazardly into a suitcase, my mind a whirlwind of fear and disbelief. Rhys was a shifter. He’d transformed right in front of me. I hadn’t seen that coming. Of all the thoughts that had gone through my head, I’d never even gone there.

Who would?

Emilia’s cries pierced through my frantic thoughts, bringing my protective instincts into sharp focus. She was likely feeling my panic and anxiety. So I scooped her up and held her close. “It’s okay, baby girl. Daddy’s got you,” I whisper, trying to calm both her and myself.

My mind was racing, too many thoughts flooding it. All I could focus on right now was running! We needed to move quickly. Get out of town before he came back.

I grabbed Emilia’s favorite blanket and her stuffed bear—the irony was not lost on me—stuffing them into the bag.

The government needed to know about this. If there were others like him, people needed to be warned. We couldn’t just pretend this didn’t exist. But my first priority was to get Emilia to safety.

I fumbled with the phone, my fingers slipping as I try to call Shepherd. He’d know what to do. The phone rang repeatedly, but there was no answer. Damn it! I ended the call and threw the phone into the bag.

Every muscle in my body was tense, every nerve on high alert. I kept replaying the moment he shifted in my mind, the way his body contorted, the animal he became. It was burned into my memory, like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.

As I zipped up the suitcase, I heard a noise downstairs. My heart leapt into my throat. I grabbed the gun from the nightstand, holding it tightly as I crept towards the stairs. I couldn’t let him come near Emilia again. Not after what I’d seen.

“Stay back!” I shout, my voice trembling. “Don’t come any closer!”

But as it turned out, it was just the wind, rustling the blinds. I lowered the gun, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I couldn’t stay here any longer. We had to leave. Now.

After packing up as many of her things as I could from her room, and bottles and formula from the kitchen, I dropped it all onto the front porch by the car.. grabbed the suitcase and added it to the pile.

The only thing left was the baby. I picked her up from her swing and wrapped her in her blankets. Holding her close to my chest, I knew she could sense my fear, her tiny hands clutching at my shirt. “It’s okay, baby,” I whispered, more to reassure myself than her. “We’re getting out of here.”

As I stepped back out into the cool night, a million thoughts raced through my mind. Where would we go? Who could we trust? How could I protect her from a world I didn’t understand?

But this was not the time to think about all that. I had to put some space and distance between us and this town.

Turning, I took one last look at the house we’d called home.

How had everything changed so quickly?

I loaded an upset Emilia into her car seat, my hands trembling as I strapped her in. Her high-pitched wail cuts through the night.

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