-Killian-
My father and I exchanged glances, the tension thick between us. He clearly didn’t approve of my reconciliation with Wylder. No, he wanted me to seek vengeance against him.
“Peace with Wylder?” he repeated, his tone edged with disbelief.
I sighed and nodded reluctantly. “Yes, peace.”
“Peace...”
“Yes, peace!” I asserted.
My father’s eyes narrowed, clearly displeased by the idea. I remained unfazed. His opinion on the matter held no weight. Making peace with Wylder was my decision, and it was one that brought me immense happiness.
My mate radiated joy, and I was experiencing a newfound sense of contentment. While Wylder and I might never uncover all the answers we sought, we were both willing to set aside our grievances for the sake of our mate’s happiness.
“F*ck peace!” m
