Carly’s POV.
"What?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I felt my jaw drop, unable to comprehend what my father was saying. He nodded, his eyes brimming with sadness.
"We have to go to the pack house tonight," he said, his voice resolute.
"But I can't go like this," I protested, gesturing to the bruises on my face. "I need to look presentable for them, especially Hunter."
My father sighed, and I could see the tension in his shoulders.
"You don't have a choice," he said softly. "We have to go."
I closed my eyes, trying to think. I felt so conflicted. I knew that going to the pack house was the only way to save my life, but the thought of facing the twins after everything that had happened was too much. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
"I know," I said finally, my voice h
