Violet’s POV
My car slowly crawled up the hill toward the gates to Mel Rimanea. I had been so touched to see the noble people ahead of me offering rides to the residents from the settlement walking beside them. By the time I pulled up, there was only one resident left, the last one who had waited to make sure everyone else got a ride first.
I asked my driver to stop, and I rolled down my window to the familiar face. “Good morning, Ben.”
The large man I’d been afraid would hurt someone the first time I’d visited the camp turned at the sound of his name. When he saw it was me, he smiled. “Alpha Donovan!”
“Please,” I said, opening the car door and scooting to the other side as I beckoned him to join me, “call me Violet.”
He hesitated only briefly, looking around him to make sure no one
