Christina's pov
"I'm glad you're here," I whispered, leaning my head against his shoulder. He had his arm around me, patting my hair softly. It felt so nice to be close to him. "I thought you had forgotten about me by giving up."
"I would never," his face twisted with pain and he shook his head. "I came around earlier this week, I came for you—all of you—but Alpha Marcel is... difficult. He insisted that..."
"I heard," I interrupted. "He was going to kill us if you came again."
"No, he didn't go that extreme," my father replied with a small laugh, "but he did say that this is the consequence of my action in trying to protect you. I couldn't understand why he wanted to hold on to you though, especially if he hasn't killed you yet."
I was quiet for a while, thinking of what I had heard
