The night was dark, and a sense of urgency fueled Drake's determination. With his heart pounding in his chest, he slipped out of his room, moving slightly through the dimly lit hallways of his home. Every creak of the floorboards felt like a thunderclap, but Drake pressed on, his mind set on escaping the confines of his father's authority.
He was desperate, it's been three days now. He is worried sick about Ember. He hasn't heard anything about her since then, his phone has been confiscated too!
His plan was simple– he would sprint through the forest surrounding their pack territory, hoping to outrun anyone who might try to stop him. As he reached the back door, adrenaline pumping through his veins, he slowly turned the doorknob, praying it wouldn't creak. To his dismay, a low squeak ech
