Sierra’s POV
After a long while, the three of us talked—really talked.
My mother told us about the years she spent in captivity, how she had fought to survive, how she had never given up hope of seeing us again.
My father told her everything she had missed—about the pack, about the war that had nearly torn them apart, about me.
And I just listened.
For the first time, I had answers to the questions that had haunted me my entire life. And yet, they only led to more questions.
Hours passed like moments, and as much as I wanted to stay, exhaustion settled over me.
I knew my parents needed more time alone, so I stood, brushing my hair back.
“I think I’ll give you two some space,” I said softly.
My mother looked at me, hesitation flashing in her eyes. But then she nodded, as if underst
