CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

~THE SHADOW PACK~

~XANDER MORTAIN~

The Citadel had finally begun to quiet, but they were still lingering.

Silas stood near the table like a man who is actively expecting the floor to open and swallow his daughter again at any second.

Elias remained close to the door, quietly watching the both of us, still guilty of the fact that he wasn’t here to protect her that day jt happened.

My father was here as well, arms folded, waiting for the last of the children while he kept throwing side glances at me. Their protectiveness was almost tangible. I did not blame them. After everything, it was understandable.

Still,...