LITA’S POV

Sitting on the floor, a series of rapid knocks pounded on the door, sending a jolt of anger through my veins. There was no need for me to try and recall if I invited anyone because I had been alone in my small home ever since I was banish from the pack house.

I have not seen daylight or proper food. I have been depressed, refusing to leave my house that was situated far away from the pack’s mansion.

The knocking was persistent, after taking deep breaths I stood up and I opened the door only to see Kiel standing in front of me, wearing a big smile...