Sandy's POV
The car ride back to the Pack territory stretched endlessly before me, each mile feeling like a descent into my own personal hell. Joseph kept his hands steady on the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension, but his face remained an unreadable mask.
I pressed my forehead against the cool window, watching the landscape blur past in streaks of green and brown. The trees seemed to bend and twist, their shapes warping like my entire world had just moments ago. Everything I thought I knew about my life, about Charles, about our bond, had crumbled in the span of a single afternoon.
