Chapter One hundred and Eighty Three

Allegra’s Pov

I never thought I'd see a garden as beautiful as this in my life. The person who planted it must have taken great care in handling it because it looks so wonderful.

Even as I'm enjoying the garden, my mind keeps going back to Xander and the wound he suffered from fighting the green wood pack, formerly rogue Alpha. I hope he's well.

Just as I was thinking about him, I heard his voice calling my name. Allegra," he calls out, his voice rough with urgency. “We need to leave.”

I turn to him, surprise written across my features. “Leave? But what about the Greenwood pack? We can't just abandon them,” I protest, my brow furrowing in concern.

He shakes his head, his resolve unwavering. “We've done all we can here. It's time to go,” he insists, his tone brooking no argument.

But I'm not so easily swayed. I argue back, my voice rising with frustration as I plead my case for staying. We go back and forth, each of us standing firm in our convictions.

I pleaded my case for staying, my