Aria's POV
As Denderick reached out to pat my shoulder, a small gesture of comfort perhaps, I flinched away from him instinctively. I couldn't bear his touch, not now. Not after what he had just said.
His hand hovered in the air for a moment before he slowly pulled it back. "Right. I am sorry." He murmured. I didn't spare him an answer.
A long stretch of uncomfortable silence ensued between us, and then he turned and left without another word.
The door clicked shut behind him, and I was left sitting there with my son in my arms. My heart heavy with a sadness I couldn’t put into words.
Move away from the pack house. Restore peace. It echoed in my head, over and over, like a harrowing, torturous thing. What did he really mean? That I was a threat to this peace? That my very presence w
