Ayla

I stood at the edge of the grave, my heart heavy with grief. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the gathering of wolves who had come to pay their respects to my father.

Before his sickness, he was such a strong warrior, and an absolute asset to the pack.

I know how many times that I had convinced myself to think that I absolutely detested my father, but now it seems like Darius was fucking right after all.

It would hurt after I had lost him forever, and damn, it really fucking ...