Chapter 88
The ride back to her father's domain felt foreign and yet familiar. The road wound through forests where she had run freely across unencumbered as a child, but now the crackle of leaves reminded her of the new life she'd begun with Killian. The smell of pine and damp earth filling her lungs, but even those were heavy with a weight of nostalgia. Her conscience was troubled, torn between obligation to her father and feelings she had for Killian.
When she finally reached the center of her father's pack, things were strained. The warriors were on more guard than they were usually, shoulders set and eyes alert, as if expecting some random assault. Her father's house, the Alpha's house she had grown up within, stood tall and dominant against the light of the morning. She climbed the
