Aria’s POVI barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, memories came rushing back of my father’s face, his voice, the training grounds, the packhouse, Kael, and then the image of myself walking away from all of it.I turned beneath the blanket, staring at the ceiling of Mario’s spare room.Tomorrow, I had told myself I was ready but now that morning was approaching, fear was slowly replacing the confidence I had pretended to have.What would happen when I returned?Would they welcome me? Would they hate me? Would they look at me as the daughter of their late Alpha or as the selfish girl who had abandoned him?I already knew the answer wouldn’t be simple.I had left Ironcrest willingly. No one had forced me, and no one had pushed me out.I had chosen Damon and I had chosen a life away from my responsibilities. While I was busy believing I had finally found freedom, my father had been dying.I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m sorry, Father.”The words came out as a whisper for
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