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"Avery!" I shouted. My voice echoed across the water. "AVERY!" Nothing but a silent forest answered me. I collapsed to my knees. She was gone. And judging by the blood, the severed finger, the death... She might not even be alive. 639 Avery's POV The boat ride took two days. My mother and I huddled in the bottom of the boat, taking turns rowing. The current did most of the work, but we had to steer around rocks and fallen trees. By the time we reached the human lands, my hands were blistered and raw, but we'd made it.

The town we found ourselves in was small and unremarkable: a fishing village with weathered buildings and dirt roads. The people who lived there didn't ask questions. They took one look at us and pointed us toward a boarding house. The landlady didn't ask why we were there, which I appreciated. She just showed us to a tiny room on the second floor and told us the rent was due at the end of the week. The room was barely big enough for a bed and a small table. The wallpaper was peeling, and the floorboards creaked. But it was ours. My mother collapsed onto the bed as soon as the landlady left.

I sat beside her, staring at the wall. We'd made it. We were safe. So why did I feel so hollow? Over the next few days, I found work at a nearby farm. The pay was terrible, and the work was backbreaking, but it was enough to cover rent and food. My mother couldn't work much, but the landlady let her work the front desk for free dinners. A week after we arrived, I went to see a doctor. He was my first human doctor, and for the first time, I was met without discrimination. He examined me carefully, asking questions about my health, and didn't care about my pack status or my past or anything.

He just cared about me and my baby, When he was finished with the examination he smiled. "You're about three months 1/2 +25 Bonus along. The baby is healthy." Relief washed over me the moment I heard those words. As long as my baby was okay, that was all that mattered. When I got back to the room, my mother was sitting at the table. She looked up when I entered. "How did it go?" she asked. "The baby's fine." I sat down across from her and smiled. "Healthy." "That's good." We sat in silence for a moment. Then she said, "You know, when you were missing, Gideon was really worried about you.

Are you sure you don't want to at least write a letter? I stiffened. "Even if he seemed worried, it was just for the baby. Not for me.' "You don't know that for certain." "He said it himself, Mom. He doesn't want me. He just wants an heir." I stood and walked to the window, staring out at the street below. "And now he thinks I'm dead. Which is exactly what I want." My mother sighed, but she didn't argue further. She knew that I'd made my decision, and there was no going back now. I was never returning to the packs. Never returning to Gideon. This was the right choice. It had to be.

I would work hard. Save money. Eventually, we could afford a little house with a garden, just like in my dream. I would raise my child here, surrounded by humans who didn't care about Lycans or Omegas or wolves. Even if it took an entire lifetime of back breaking word, I would ensure my dream became a reality. And most of all, I would ensure that Gideon would never find us. I would raise my child without him, And he would never know that I had survived the fight in the greenhouse.

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