Amelia’s POV
I traveled with Jake, Martin, and Lillian by plane to the distant pack belonging to Alpha Claude. Sienna met us at the airport.
She looked good, better than she had at the capital. There, she had worn dresses with sharp angles and makeup. Her eyes had been distrustful and her lips turned ever down. Here, she wore worn jeans and casual shirts with her hair down, makeup light.
She still looked at me with distrust, but it wasn’t as harsh in the bright daylight. And her relief at seeing her family was palpable, allowing me to breathe easy and I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding my breath.
Lillian seemed particularly happy, holding her daughter close.
Martin smiled.
Jake was more stand-offish, staying back, nearer my side. After saying hello to both her parents, Sienna l
