Ayla
I thought about how kind he had been to my children and me, and for the first time since we arrived in the kingdom, I was glad to have met someone besides Ragnar who wasn’t hellbent on making my life hell.
I moved closer to the walls and studied the paintings, which seemed to tell a story I couldn’t quite piece together, but I could feel how important it was from how detailed the drawings were.
Lionel’s words replayed in my mind as I stared at the colourful, intertwined displays that stretched all over the room. He was right; I had no idea who I was, and I had spent the better part of my life living based on who everyone said I was.
I had spent the better part of my years in the Nightclaw pack living as an omega who was an emotional punching bag for everyone who cared to look my w
