Aria's POV

"Your father is looking for you."

The words hit me hard. I dropped the plate I was washing, breaking it across the kitchen floor. Lena, a member of the pack, raised an eyebrow at how lightly she told them the news.

"So it's true then. You're the daughter of Marcus Thorn."

As I bent down to pick up the broken pieces, my hands were shaking. Marcus Thorn. The man who'd thrown me away like garbage. The person who said I killed Elena.

"Where did you hear that?" I managed to ask.

"It's all ...