Chapter 110

Summer’s POV

Tears streaked my cheeks as I wrestled into my jeans, the button threatening mutiny. One hand clutched a pile of summer dresses while the other dabbed at the drippy mess my face had become. Packing my life away in laundry baskets felt surreal. I was leaving. Again. My shoulders ached under the weight of regret—Jared deserved better than a tear-stained goodbye note.

I trudged upstairs, my feet muffled on the carpet like a ghost in soft slippers, tossing folded shirts into a duffel bag. I’d swing back for my laptop once I scored a new hideout—Silver Hollow must have some half-decent apartments within shrieking distance of Jared’s place. That way, the wolves could still rendezvous for secret midnight sniff-fests… or pack meetings, whatever they officially called them.

I inhaled and reminded myself: I had hurt Jared enough.

Downstairs, I eyed Jared’s car. Sleek, practical, one cupholder—our approved ride. Instinct pulled me toward it, but I pl