Chapter 29

• Ethan had to eventually pick me up and carry me inside because I simply couldn't move on my own anymore. My legs felt like they weren’t even mine, like the weight of the day had drained all strength from them. My mind was spinning, my chest was tight, and my whole body was trembling from the emotional overload. He didn't hesitate—he just scooped me into his arms gently and brought me inside the mansion. It was warmer indoors, but I still felt cold all over. Everything I had discovered out there had left a chill in my bones that I wasn’t sure would ever go away.
• It wasn’t long before Ethan got word back from other pack members about what my father did after he killed my mom. The messages had started trickling in one by one—each piece of information confirming the nightmare I had only begun to understand. Word spread fast through the pack; people were shocked, some even horrified. My father hadn’t just killed my mom—he had desecrated her memory.
• "Don't worry. We're going to take care of it," Ethan said gently, kneeling down beside the couch in the office where he had laid me down so I could rest. His voice was soft, but there was steel underneath it. Determination. Anger. Compassion. It was all there.