CHAPTER FORTY
The golden rays of the setting sun filter through the dense canopy of trees as I trudge alongside Luca, our steps in sync on the soft forest floor. The ancient oaks of Golden Paw stand guard around us, their leaves whispering secrets I'm not sure I want to hear. A subtle breeze carries the promise of an evening chill.
"Luca," my voice quivers slightly as I break the silence, "I can't wrap my head around it. Finnic... he's my father." I glance at his profile, the golden hair, the strong jawline set in a serious expression. He looks more like a warrior than the Omega I know him to be.
He stops walking and turns to face me, blue eyes reflecting the gravitas of my confession. "Skye, that's... that’s a lot to take in," he says gently. His hand finds mine, giving it a reassuring
