The Omega's Heart (Wilde Creek Four) Read Online Free PDF

stupidest thing she’d done in a long
while.
    Leaving was the right thing, she was sure of
it. Her father was planning something after the full moon, and she
was certain it involved her. An inkling of impending doom had
caused her to run without too much thought. She could have gone to
Heidi and Trixie for help, but they were human, and humans didn’t
understand pack behavior. They would tell her to move out and start
her life over, but it wasn’t that simple. She’d left without her
alpha’s permission and she was purposely missing the full moon.
That alone, coupled with his express denial of her leaving, meant
he could punish her severely. She’d seen her father attack pack
males for far lesser crimes. Her grandma had shielded her from her
father’s wrath as a child, but she was alone now.
    Very alone.
    She missed Stacy. Stacy would’ve had a better
plan for leaving than just disabling her car and hoping for the
best. Planning was clearly not in Honey’s wheelhouse.
    She hadn’t taken a shower in two days, so she
hoped like hell there was a shower in the efficiency apartment. She
moved to the couch and opened her bag, pulling out pajamas and
toiletries. The large main room held a couch, an old television on
a stand, and a desk. The kitchenette had a small refrigerator, a
two burner stove, and a sink along one wall, with a tiny round
table and two chairs. Three wooden doors stood ajar. One was a
large closet, full of dusty old clothes and shoes. She quickly shut
the door and then sneezed twice. The second door was a laundry
closet with a stackable washer and dryer. The third door,
thankfully, was the bathroom. A tiny bathroom, but with a stall
shower, toilet, and sink, so she wouldn’t complain.
    It took five minutes for the water to go from
freezing cold to warm, and she ducked under the almost too chilly
spray and cleaned up. It felt good to rinse off the last two days,
to scrub her skin and wash her hair until she felt thoroughly
clean. It took her a moment to realize she hadn’t looked for towels
before she got wet. Stepping from the shower, she saw there weren’t
any on the rack on the wall. She shook out her limbs and wrung her
hair out, her skin goosebumping with the chill in the air. There
weren’t any towels in the laundry closet, either. She tapped her
fingernails on the washer lid. She didn’t want to put on her
pajamas when she was soaking wet, so she’d do the next best
thing.
    Walking over to her bag, she pulled out her
travel hair dryer and plugged it into the outlet in the bathroom.
When she turned it on, the lights dimmed for a second and she
worried she was going to blow a fuse, but nothing happened. She
dried her body and then her hair, her long tresses taking a while
to dry with the low-powered travel dryer.
    After dressing in her pajamas, she went to
the couch and put her duffel on the floor. She knew the couch
probably pulled out, but since there weren’t towels in the
bathroom, she was betting there weren’t sheets on the mattress.
Even if there were, she most likely wouldn’t want to sleep on them
anyway. Unpacking her grandma’s quilt from the duffel, she unfolded
it and found the items she’d taken out of her bedroom.
    In all the months since Stacy had passed,
she’d never opened the diary. It had been a private recording of
her grandma’s thoughts, and it had felt intrusive. But now, sitting
in a stranger’s apartment in a strange town, she thought it would
help her feel better to connect with Stacy through the diary. It
would make her feel a little less alone, at least for a little
while.
    Wrapping up in the quilt, she settled on the
couch and opened the leather-bound book. As she started to read the
first entry, dated over a year ago, she pushed away the thoughts of
what the dawn would bring.
    Honey was angry at herself for not picking up
the diary before now. In the months since Stacy’s death, she’d had
plenty of opportunities to read it, but she’d never taken the