WREN’S POV
I rummaged through the small closet in the cabin, sighing in frustration as I pushed hangers aside. Among the few items hanging there, I found a dress from the collection my mother had made for the pack. The fabric was soft and light, perfect for the tropics, with bright floral patterns that mirrored the lush greenery of the island. It’ll be better than the rest.
Holding it in my hands, I felt a pang of guilt. What would she think of me now? Innocent, sheltered Wren and her precious daughter now tangled in something so forbidden, so utterly against everything she’d ever imagined for me. She won’t ever believe this even if thousand people told her.
Doesn’t matter that our relationship isn’t perfect but they have instilled so much innocence in me. They wouldn’t have let me go
