*River*
I stand beside Aloria, feeling the tension in the air as we approach our pack’s territory. She’s so eager, her eyes sparkling with determination, but I can sense the impatience brewing beneath the surface. I can’t blame her; she’s just discovered who she truly is, and the weight of her lineage is heavy on her shoulders. The thought of reclaiming her identity, of finding her parents, drives her forward with a fierce intensity.
“River, we need to go to the Lycan castle,” she insists, her voice firm. “I can’t wait any longer to meet them, to find out what happened. I need answers.”
I glance at her, taking in the fiery spirit that glimmers in her eyes. “I understand, Aloria. But we have to be smart about this.” My heart aches at the thought of her facing the unknown, of the potentia
