Rylan’s POV

I woke up before the sun had fully risen, the darkness of the night still lingering in the air. I lay in bed briefly, my mind racing with thoughts of the previous night's conversation. My father's decision to make Daniella our chosen mate still lingered in my mind like a bitter taste in my mouth.

I threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding softly to the door. I opened it slowly, not wanting to disturb anyone else in the pack house. The hallway was quiet and dark, the ...