Kinsley’s POV

Terron and I stand outside my father’s home, looking at the mossy bricks and the simple, delicate flowers planted out front. The remainder of his pack watches on as we hesitate, as we try to adjust to what this all means.

My father, Alpha Jonathan, is dead and the pack he once chose over me is stuck in a world they do not understand. The Alpha they loved is gone and my father can no longer use them as an excuse not to treat me like his daughter.

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