Anaya's POV
I was already in my room, and Billie assisted me with packing my bags. “If you want to stay, I won’t complain at all,” I told her as I held her shoulders.
Billie was absentmindedly packing my bags. I knew she was worried about something, and it could only be Greg. He was getting better, so why was she still worried about him?
“Billie, do you want to stay? I promise I won’t force you to go with me,” I said as I stopped her and pulled her to sit down on the bed.
She suddenly burst into tears, and I quickly pulled her close. “What is the matter?” I asked, as I couldn’t pinpoint why she was crying. I was only going back to the pack where Damien had saved me; that was my home now, no matter what.
“Hey, it’s okay. Everything is fine. Greg is fine — right?” I pulled back to cup
