Aria's POV

The Nightfall Pack's celebration was the last place I wanted to be. Only hours after facing Mara and discovering Elena was alive, Rowan had announced a feast to "welcome" my father. As if we were honored guests instead of prisoners.

"You need to eat something," Dad whispered, pushing a plate toward me.

The Great Hall buzzed with activity around us, pack members laughing and drinking as if nothing was wrong.

I pushed the food away. "How can you act so normal? Elena is alive ...