Denderick's POV
I could still feel the warmth of Aria's embrace lingering on my skin as I walked toward the pack house, but nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see.
The night air was cool against my face, but the ache in my chest burned hotter with every step I took away from Aria and Edward. Seeing them, holding them—it should have brought me peace, but instead, it only increased the longing I’d tried so hard to push aside.
The image of Edward’s tiny hand curled around the bracelet I’d given him was seared into my mind, a constant reminder that I might not be there to see him grow up, to guide him, to protect him. And Aria… the thought of leaving her behind was a pain I couldn’t even begin to describe. I’d do anything to keep them safe, but the reality of what lay ahead f
