#Chapter 555: Confinement

Olivia I stepped off the boat, the scent of fresh pine and earth filling my nostrils. A rush of relief washed over me as I felt the familiar air of our pack’s territory after what had felt like an eternity away. We were home, finally safe from the horrors we had endured. It had been three days since the scene at the quarry—three short days since the world had almost ended. Not a moment went by that I didn’t feel utterly grateful to Mira and the other escorts for what they had done. They had saved us, at just the right moment, and now we could finally go home to our children, our friends, and our pack. There was still much to do, of course; as I reached over and took Nathan’s hand, seeing the scars and leftover bruises on his face from the brutal beatings he had endured just by seeking the truth, I knew that. But we were together. And I knew that we could weather whatever else came our way now; whether it was more of Dan and Montgomery’s cohorts, or other dangers that we mi