Kira's POV
“Let her go, Dane.” His father commanded, and obediently, he let go of my neck. I exclaimed softly as I rubbed my neck with my hand, trying to relieve the tension of his grip on me.
“Kira, you may leave,” our Alpha said, and I obeyed, bowing to him before leaving.
As I made my way back to the kitchen, I realized I needed to leave this pack house, I needed to leave this pack. But it was going to be hard because the men at the border wouldn’t let me pass. I had come to the conclusion that the longer I lived in the pack house, the more the triplets would continue inflicting pain on me for a crime I knew too well my parents never committed.
“Kira.”
I heard the familiar, annoying voice of Warrior Titus behind me and I frowned, wishing I could ignore him. But I couldn’t—he was a
