Gino’s POV
The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. I staggered back, instinctively trying to process the weight of her words. Harriet—my sweet, unwavering Harriet—was tied to a world I had fought tirelessly to escape. My mind raced as I pieced together this unexpected twist, my resolve hardening into something akin to iron.
“No,” I whispered, almost as if saying it aloud could negate the implications of what Aurora had just disclosed. “You’re lying.”
The defiance in her eyes morphed into something darker, something that felt almost triumphant. “Am I? You think I’d come here without intel? You may have forgotten the intricacies of pack politics, but I haven’t. I know every whisper, every secret. And I know what Alpha Damon wants. Harriet is a prize, Gino—a beacon of hope for som
