Ariana POV
“Here.” One of the warriors who had arrived with me offered a steadying hand as I limped, inching toward the pack house door.
Marco, on the other hand, had gone ahead without a backward glance, and I couldn’t blame him in the slightest.
Everything around us was a mess, evidently a catastrophe had bloomed when I was away.
And now, seeing the damage with my own eyes made the explosion on the phone feel small by comparison.
“Miss Ariana, you need proper treatment,” the warrior supporting me said after he noticed I struggled more to keep pace.
“No,” I replied, determined, though my steps faltered. “I have to find Mother first.”
“Alright.” He said, and lifted me with careful strength and carried me forward.
Even as we entered the pack house— slightly wrecked and scarred—the
