049 | A GLIMPSE OF HIS SOUL

I stared at one of the lush green plants in its terracotta pot, my mouth moving over silent words that kept getting lodged in my throat. Nothing about this room had changed, from the heaps of messy parchment on my dad’s desk to the organised piles on my mum’s, but I felt too still, too awkward, as I shifted my weight on the sofa. Like I belonged in this room, but not in this time.

Dad had eyed me knowingly as he’d left, shoving his feet into his sandals and shaking his head at me fondly before he’d slipped out – no doubt to find Mum and tell her that he’d caught me eavesdropping. Well… He had been the one giving the Alpha of our enemy pack a free therapy session, so we both had things to answer for.

I picked at my cuticles and waited for Ares to say something. My gaze darted from the plant to the wooden shelves, to the coffee table with two fresh mugs of tea on it, both untouched. Ares had had plenty to say before, so…

“How much did you hear?”

Even though I’d been waiting for him to