Before I could thank him, I saw my brother running from the pack mansion. Alpha Benedict, tall, broad-shouldered, his aura strong and fierce. His usually calm eyes were burning with fury when they landed on me.
“Brielle,” he breathed, pulling me into his arms. “You’re home. You’re safe now.”
I broke down then, sobbing into his chest. The smell of his familiar pine scent made me feel like a child again.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out between tears. “I should’ve listened to you. You told me not to trust him.”
“Don’t,” he said, his voice low and trembling. “Don’t ever apologize for loving someone who didn’t deserve you.”
Behind him, my parents appeared.
Alpha Charles, my father, still tall and dignified despite the gray streaks in his hair. His eyes were sharp, assessing me from head to toe as if ensuring I was whole. And beside him was my mother, Luna Mira, her beauty as gentle as ever, her hands trembling as she reached for me.
“My little girl…” she whispered, cupping my face. “You’re home now.”
I couldn’t speak. I just cried again as she held me tightly.