Elena's POVMy father.The term reverberated in my mind while Andrew and I hurried down the hallways. Pack members dispersed as we went by feeling the stress emanating from their Alpha."It might be a trick," Andrew murmured, his grip firm, on my hand. "The very one who dispatched those ravens. The one who ambushed us in the clearing.""It might actually be him." My voice trembled. "The man responsible, for my mother's death. The one who trafficked me to Kael.""Then I will end him personally."The confidence, in his tone ought to have frightened me. Instead it came across as a shield.We arrived at the border to see Marcus and twenty fighters arranged in a stance. Past them, beyond pack lands, a man was standing.He appeared older than I had recalled. His dark hair was threaded with grey. Deep creases marked the areas, around his eyes and mouth.. The contour of his face, the manner in which he stood...“Papa?" The term escaped, soft and youthful.He recoiled. "Elena. You've matured."
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