(Eden’s POV)
I had just shut down my laptop when the thought hit me—I’ll swing by my parents’ place.
It wasn’t planned. I hadn’t promised. Nothing about that evening felt structured enough for a visit. It was one of those instincts that came out of nowhere, sharp and insistent, like fate clearing its throat and waiting for me to pay attention.
I tossed my jacket over my shoulder and left.
The house lights were on when I pulled into the driveway.
Too bright. Too loud.
My body reacted before my mind did. I hadn’t even closed the car door when my father’s voice thundered through the walls.
“This is your fault!”
I froze.
My fingers tightened around my keys until the metal bit into my skin. My father didn’t raise his voice unless something had gone catastrophically wrong. Alpha Orion y
