🍃 Arria POV The farther Alaric carried me away from the others, the harder it became to ignore where we were actually going. Aron. Or at least the place where Fenrir believed we would find him. I had agreed to bring him back to Oakcrest. Not willingly. Not happily. And definitely not because I had forgiven him. Just— I can manage. That was what I had told Fenrir. Because over the past few months, something had become increasingly difficult to ignore. When it came to Aron, mine seemed to be the only experience that had been entirely negative. My parents had trusted Aron with the pack, with the secret of my heritage, and with me. That was a lot already. Then there was Fenrir. Even furious with Aron because of what he had done to me, he still trusted his word without the slightest hesitation. I had tried asking him about it once. “He ruined your life,” Fenrir had answered. “Whatever he may have done for me does not erase what he did to you. You have the right to judge h
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