Velvet’s POV

The plane ride to London felt longer than usual. I kept my eyes on the clouds outside, trying not to think about what awaited at Evercrest Pack. My heart pounded in a way I couldn’t explain. I had planned to confront my dad, maybe demand answers, maybe yell. I wasn’t ready for surprises.

Zavian sat beside me, his hand resting lightly over mine. His calm presence helped, though I could feel his excitement too. He had been unusually quiet, like he knew something I didn’t. I tried to guess, but every idea in my head felt wrong. My stomach twisted with worry and anticipation.

When we landed, I...