Amy's POV
As soon as I stepped into the house, I already knew something was off. The living room was too quiet, but they were all there—my father sitting stiffly on the couch, my mother with that judgmental look she didn't always have, and Caleb just pacing like he was trying not to explode. The air was so thick with tension I could barely breathe, and I hadn't even shut the door behind me yet.
"Amelia," my father said sharply, standing up. "Where have you been?"
I blinked, acting like I didn’t hear him right. "You already know dad."
His voice rose. "You went off with Alpha Damien! After everything we've said about him? That man is dangerous, Amelia! What were you thinking?"
I dropped my bag on the floor and folded my arms, already regretting coming back here. “He's not as bad as you
