Aaron couldn't escape. The wolves had him surrounded, his wrists bound tightly in iron cuffs as they dragged him out of the forest. The night was pitch-black, but with their sharpened vision, every detail was visible to them as clearly as daylight.
Grayson and Renzo shifted back into their human forms, their clothes materializing from the magic of their transformation.
Leia's breath caught in her throat when her gaze fell on the broad-shouldered figure ahead.
Her father.
She hadn't expected to face him like this. A few wolves from Lucien's pack lingered nearby, including his beta, torches in hand.
At last, Grayson turned. His piercing blue eyes locked onto his daughter's, and the years between them seemed to vanish in an instant. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he began walking toward her. Leia instinctively stepped back
"Let's go back, Lucien," Leia whispered, her voice trembling as she turned away.
"Leia, listen to me," Grayson called after her.
