Ava
The icy Alpha looked so different outside of his castle, stripped of his usual wintry grandeur. His clothes were torn and dirty after the intense battle, his white hair was disheveled, his face was covered in blood and dirt and sweat.
And yet there was still a fire burning in his eyes that made me uneasy as we stepped into the tent.
The other Alphas were already there, standing in a loose semicircle around Winston. They turned as we entered, their eyes widening as they saw me.
“Luna Ava,” Fabian said, bowing his head slightly as the tent flap closed behind me. “Were you… fighting today?”
I swallowed hard, nodding, my hand still gripped in Chris’s. I didn’t have the voice to say more—to tell them that I came against Chris’s will, that I fought alongside him with his
