The room felt heavy, filled with the weight of decisions that had to be made. I sat across from Elias, my mind still reeling from the truths revealed over the past few days. Magnus, my former mate, had never truly cared for me. And now I was caught between two worlds: one that had rejected me and the one I now had to learn to trust. My pack, my future, my heart—all of it hung in the balance.
Elias leaned back in his chair, the soft light from the fire casting shadows across his sharp features. His eyes, though cold and calculating most of the time, were softer now as he studied me. I knew he could sense the turmoil inside me, but he remained patient, waiting for me to speak.
“What are we going to do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, though it felt like the words weighed a thous
