The air left my lungs in a rush. My father-in-law, Alpha Sander, stood on the steps of the big house.
"So, you've decided to come back." His voice was low, but it cut through the silence like a sharp knife. He didn't ask a question; it was a statement, full of judgment. "After causing such a fuss. After shaming our pack."
I felt small, like a child caught doing something wrong. Shame washed over me, a hot wave that quickly turned into cold anger. I hadn't shamed anyone. I had only tried to find peace.
However, they always catch me.
Astor stepped forward, placing a hand on my back. It wasn't a comforting touch; it felt more like he was pushing me, guiding me, owning me. I wanted to shrug it off, but I was too tired.
"Father," Astor said, his voice even, though I could feel the tension
