Isabela's POV:
The plane touched down on a deserted airstrip at the edge of Silvermoon Pack just as a fine rain began to fall.
The moment the cabin door opened, a wind carrying the scent of wet earth and crushed grass rushed in to meet me. That smell belonged to this land and to no other.
I leaned on my crutch as I stepped out. The cast on my right leg felt heavy beneath my pant leg, and every step pulled at the fracture that still had not fully healed. Pain shot upward in hot waves, leaving a sheen of cold sweat on my skin.
But I did not stop.
When I looked down the stairs, I saw an old man standing alone beneath a black umbrella.
It was my father.
I had not seen him in five years. His back had bent. His hair had gone completely gray. The authority he had once carried as one of the
