Going Home

*Isla*

I think I know what I need to do.

It won’t be easy. He won’t let me go, but I need to.

I need to leave the castle.

Everything that Trinity has said solidifies in my mind that Maddox is not considering my needs one bit, and the fact that I am carrying his child doesn’t even seem to mean anything to him.

“I think… I need to go,” I say to Trinity and Ben as we are still sitting in the garden.

“Oh, all right,” Trinity says. “To your room?”

I stand, my legs still slightly wobbly from everything that has been going on. Ben reaches out to steady me, but I recover before I can fall over or even need to grab him.

“No, actually,” I tell her. “I mean, I think I need to go home. Back to my pack. Away from Maddox. And… all of this.”

Trinity stands, too. “Isla, I don’t recommend that,” she says, and her voice is still low but stern. “I think that Maddox is going to end up getting himself into a lot of trouble with the other packs if he doesn’t go through with this, but he’s clever enough to