Livia’s POVThe room went so quiet you could hear the fire cracking in the hearth.My knees felt hollow. I stared down at my father, my brain completely refusing to process what he’d just said."My... my sister?" I whispered, my voice sounding small, almost pathetic. "Clara died when we were seven. She caught the winter fever. I watched them bury her coat in the woods.""That wasn't a coat in the grave, Livia," my father said, tears spilling over his wrinkled cheeks. He reached out with a trembling, spotted hand to touch my arm, but I yanked myself backward, stumbling right into Asher’s chest.Asher didn't say a word, but his hand came up, wrapping tight around my waist. His body was tense as a coiled spring, his chest rising and falling fast against my back. His wolf was practically clawing at his ribs to get out."Explain. Now," Asher snarled, his low growl shaking the floorboards beneath our boots. "And don't leave out a single damn detail, Alpha Cedric , or I swear to God I'll rip
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