Chapter 59 Soraya's Outburst

• ~ Elara ~
• After the weight of the Guardian’s Crest settled uncomfortably in my pocket, I made my way back to the packhouse, my mind still swirling with confusion. I needed clarity, but the more I thought about Thorne, the more muddled my emotions became. His sincerity was hard to ignore, yet the hurt he had caused Ronan’s pack loomed like a dark cloud over everything.
• As I entered the packhouse, the scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, a comforting reminder of the warmth and community within these walls, it also reminded me of Beth and her exceptional cooking skills. But as I stepped further inside, I felt the familiar tension rising in my chest. Soraya was at the other end of the hallway, her posture tense and her gaze fixed on something far away.