Isabella’s POV
꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂
The carriage slowed as we approached the gates of Evergreen Pack.
My heart stopped.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I pressed a hand against my chest, trying to keep my pulse from leaping out of my ribs. So many nights I had dreamed of coming back here… to burn it… to bury them… to scream until the earth split open.
But not like this.
Not wearing a golden mask.
Not standing beside the Lycan King.
“Keep your head down,” Leon murmured quietly beside me. His mask—a dark, carved thing wrapped in gold symbols—covered most of his face. “We don’t need extra attention.”
“I know,” I whispered.
But how could I keep my head down?
I was home.
The same home that betrayed me.
The same home where my son died.
The same home that let Clara rise while my blood stained
