LOGAN'S POV
The day Amelia returned to Lock Heart Pack was supposed to be a moment of redemption, or at least a step in that direction. But as much as I wanted it to be, it was something else entirely—bittersweet, daunting, and tinged with an unbearable weight of regret.
While the others who had come with her were busy settling in, the various leaders jumped straight into strategy discussions. I didn’t even have a chance to properly meet my parents. They were here, in the same pack, and I hadn’t even exchanged more than a glance with them, not that I knew how I could face them, and before I could even think of how to muster the courage to do so, Asher gave me the directive to head to the meeting. When I entered, my chest tightened as I passed them, knowing the gulf I’d created between us
