Chapter 93

• Elara’s POV
• The library was my escape, a rare corner of peace in a house where chaos seemed to reign. I ran my fingers over the spine of a thick leather-bound book, trying to ground myself. The baby kicked, the bump was growing. Sabrina was out looking over Aurelio then we'd head out for shopping later. Lucas was busy talking with the council, it was alittle rocky in the pack. People were still recovering from his father's rule and not everyone was accepting. Just like Aurelio had said, the pack members felt betrayed. They'd expected Lucas to rescue them but instead he and Sabrina were gone for days trying to save me. In this moment, I can barely walk around the pack because I'm scared someone will try to hurt me. They blame me for everyone who was killed by Darian. If I'd not been in trouble, then Lucas would have come back earlier.
• On one hand, I fully understood their pain. Lucas was linient with his father, barely throwing a punch because he surrendered and apologizes. I felt Amaris' rage. I carried her memories, a life I'd lived 500 years back. The pain of what Darian did all those years back was slowly starting to seep into me. I agreed with everyone, Lucas was too linient.