17
Ava's Perspective
I departed from the gathering and made my way to the guest house, unwilling to share a bed with him any longer. A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. My stomach clenched as I recognized his scent—a commanding blend of wilderness and approaching tempest. It was undoubtedly Hunter. Despite my days of steeling myself, my heart raced as he entered without waiting for an invitation.
"Ava." His voice was low but charged, reminiscent of the quiet before a downpour. His piercing eyes swept over me, pausing on the few bags at my feet. "Sneaking away in the dead of night... What are you trying to accomplish?"
I clenched my teeth. "This isn't a ploy, Hunter. I'm departing from the pack. For good." I kept my tone level and detached.
He chuckled, though it sounded almost pained. "Departing? You're aware that omegas can't simply walk away from the connection."