#Chapter 259: Stay With Me

Ava Chris and I stumbled out of the burning Packhouse, coughing and sputtering as we were engulfed by the surging crowd of panicked pack members. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the intense heat we had just escaped, but it offered little relief as smoke continued to billow around us. I turned around to look at the Packhouse and staggered backwards, my eyes widening in horror as I saw the entire structure engulfed in flames. The building we had only just worked so hard to rebuild was now a raging inferno, orange flames licking at the night sky. “Ava,” Chris breathed, staggering over to me and pulling me into his arms. “Oh, Ava… Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I simply shook my head, still too stunned to speak. He cupped my face in his hands, searching me for injury. But there was none, aside from a small trickle of dried blood on my temple from where Olivia’s scar-faced goon had hit me earlier. “Chris,” I finally managed, my voice hoarse from the s