YELENA

"We heard what happened to the Alpha’s sister," my dad said, breaking the silence. His voice was low, laced with heavy concern. "I hope she’s alright."

"I hope so too," I muttered, staring into my soup. "I’m going to go see her as soon as I’m done here."

My mum looked up from her plate. "Give him our greetings. Tell him we are praying for her."

I nodded.

A second later, I felt a small, sticky hand on my arm. I looked down. Claire was staring up at me with those wide, amber ...