Chapter 8

The drive back to the Blue Star Pack was quiet. Darius didn’t press me with questions. He simply drove, giving me space. It wasn’t until we arrived at the pack’s territory—a familiar land I hadn’t seen in years—that I finally spoke. “I’m sorry,” I murmured. He glanced at me, his golden eyes filled with warmth. “For what?” “For everything. For choosing Kieran over you. For not seeing the truth sooner.” Darius exhaled softly and pulled the car to a stop. “Lyanna,”...