Ava’s POV
When we left the kitchen the air outside felt colder than before, maybe it was just me.
Mia’s hand was warm in mine, guiding me as we walked across the courtyard. The packhouse behind us buzzed with Omegas carrying baskets and warriors moving in formation but all of that blurred in the background. All I could think about was where Mia was leading me.
The Bloodfang survivors’ quarters.
Every step closer made my stomach twist tighter. Memories crawled up my spine, Carla’s sneer, Tracy’s smug smile, Orion’s cruel laughter. The way they had all watched me break and whispered about the “Alpha’s useless daughter.”
I clenched my fists at my sides.
No, that girl was gone.
“They’re just people,” Mia said softly, like she could hear my thoughts. “They don’t have power over you anymo
