Aria's POV
The drive to Damon’s pack was quiet, tension filling the car like a storm ready to break. Damon had one hand on the wheel, his jaw clenched, the other tapping against his thigh in an unconscious rhythm. His silence was unsettling, the kind that made you want to fill the void with anything—even pointless chatter. But I couldn’t bring myself to speak. Not yet.
In the back seat, Drake looked out the window, his expression unreadable. Tabitha sat beside him, her arms crossed tightly, her lips pressed together as if holding back a flood of words. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but the knot in my stomach only grew tighter. Returning to Damon’s pack was one thing—but facing his parents, and the wolves who had destroyed mine, felt like a slow walk toward a firing squad.
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