Davon leaned against the stone wall of the pack house, arms crossed, jaw tight. He should have expected this. The moment their mother had Nia back in her grasp, she would use every manipulative trick in her arsenal. And Kael? Predictable as ever. Standing tall, clenching his fists, grinding his damn teeth. The perfect little soldier.
But Davon? He was no soldier.
He’d spent his entire life outside of these walls, raised in the shadow of his mother’s decisions. Ripped away from his family before he even knew their faces.
And it had all been because of her. Alia.
She watched them now, waiting. Calculating. She always calculated.
“Go on, then,” she said, tilting her head. “Tell her what you are.”
Nia sat stiffly on the couch, her hazel eyes flickering between them, suspicion
