Lucian's POV.
The halls are quiet as Emory and I walk side by side, our footsteps soft against the old wooden floors of the pack house. The air feels heavier somehow, like it’s absorbed the gravity of what just happened. No one says a word, and that silence stretches between us — not uncomfortable, but thoughtful. Heavy with meaning.
I glance sideways at Emory. Her expression is unreadable, her eyes distant, locked somewhere far away. She’s deep in her own thoughts, likely thinking about her father, about the stories they just shared, and what it all means for Hope… for all of us.
And s**t, what a moment it was.
Hope finally knows the truth — her truth. Who she really is. Who her parents were. What they dreamed of. What they fought for.
She’s part wolf. She belongs here. With us.
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