Chapter 9: Possessed
"Eamon, I know you’re worried, but trust me. And trust Snowball here."
Ronan’s voice is light, teasing, but firm.
"You know better than anyone just how absolutely insane she is."
We’re parked at the edge of White Stone Pack’s territory, just outside the barrier. To human eyes, it’s nothing more than a dense cluster of trees. Unremarkable. Ordinary.
But we know better.Beyond this point, the human world begins.
I stay seated inside the sleek black Range Rover, arms folded, my fingers tapping against my thigh.I know better than to step out.Because if I do, my father will never let me leave.
Eamon is silent, tense.
From my vantage point in the back seat, I can see his broad shoulders, the stiffness in his posture. He hasn’t said much since we told him the plan.But I can feel his unease.He doesn’t like this, not because he doesn’t believe in me.
But because he is still a father watching his daughter walk into the unknown.I exhale slowly, forcing myself to push down the flicker of guilt curling in my stomach.
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"Dad."
He doesn’t look at me, but I know he’s listening.