Chapter 17. Not What I Planned

Iris’s POV

Three months.

A whole, full, dragging three months since I left my pack—since I left home.

Three months of running, of wondering, of questioning if I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

No, I hadn’t even sat down to think it through. I hadn’t planned, hadn’t considered, hadn’t stopped to breathe.

The moment Oliver suggested it, I just agreed and ran away with him like a 16 years old teenager in love.

I didn’t ask how we would survive. I didn’t ask if he had a plan. I didn’t think about the people I would be hurting, the life I was throwing away.

I just ran. And I chose to run away just when my wedding to Theodore was right at my feet.

And now? Now, I was beginning to see everything I had been blind to.

Or maybe I had seen it back at Stormhowl but ignored it.

Or maybe love—or what I thought was love—had blinded me completely.

Because this Oliver?

This version of Oliver?

I hadn’t seen