Ava's POV
The Hale Villa lay at the edge of the territory, tucked deep within Drakoria's suburbs.
I had woken before dawn, long before my wolf could start arguing with me, and made my way to the flower market.
Emma, Oliver’s wife, had always loved jasmine. I remembered the way she used to pause by the garden, her fingers brushing the petals, breathing it in like it grounded her.
So I chose two potted jasmine plants, carefully and obsessively, making sure they were perfect.
I had also found a companion for Oliver’s blue budgerigar. Maybe it would bring a little life back into the house.
Maybe it would make up for everything I had destroyed.
The car came to a stop in front of the villa. I dismissed Kendrick, Luna Clara's driver, telling him I would reach out to him when I was done.
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