“My Alpha, have you read the letter from the council?” she asked, turning to my father.
His gaze flicked to her, then back to me. “She can’t stay in the pack house. She’ll be moved soon.”
And just like that, he turned away and climbed back into the car.
My mother hesitated. She looked at me, her lips pressing together, as if she had something to say. But she said nothing. Instead, she followed my father, and I watched as the car disappeared into the falling snow.
Tears burned my eyes. If Kian had been here, I knew he would have fought for me. He knew how much I had loved Lily. He knew I could never have done something so horrible to a five-year-old child.
How could they think I was capable of such a thing? I was their daughter.
I took a deep breath and stepped into the pack house.
Silence fell as I entered. Heads turned, whispers spread like wildfire. The weight of their stares pressed down on me—accusing, disbelieving, venomous.
Then I saw him.
Marcus Delaver.
He stood near the entrance, talking to Anastasia. They were laughing, lost in conversation.
Until they saw me.