Lily's Perspective:

Marcus's estate's air always felt heavier than it ought to. Perhaps it was its immense size—the tall shelves stacked with unread books, the dark wooden panels, and the constant buzz of activity from the pack members who came and went like quiet shadows. Perhaps it was because I didn't choose to be here.

At least Aiden had adapted more quickly than I had. He raced toy vehicles across the floor as he rushed around the room, laughing when they collided. He gazed at tranquility. However, I wasn't.

I put down my coffee, which had been left unattended for too long and was just beginning to warm up. Aiden...