Noah POV

My parents sit across from me, my mother eyes trained on Eliana as the pack is placed all around us.

"There's something we obviously have to talk about, isn't there?" My father states, the atmosphere growing even more dense.

Angry glares stab at Eliana and I as dinner is being served. I ignore them, slipping my hand into Eliana's. I squeeze her hand and stroke the skin of her thumb softly.

No one understands, but it doesn't matter. Eliana doesn't need anyone but me.

"I'm sure Noah's told you about the incident that occurred 13 years ago." My mother starts. Eliana nods, her gaze staying in her lap....