Astella's pov

The days that followed my revelation felt like a whirlwind. The once-familiar walls of the packhouse now felt like a prison, closing in on me with every passing moment. Every corner seemed to hold a whisper of the past, the face of Ryan, and the weight of the lies that had ensnared me. The truth was like a poison in my veins, spreading through me, making it impossible to escape. But I wasn’t running anymore. I was done being a pawn in his game.

The house was busy with preparations. Dre’s mother had gathered the remaining trusted allies, and I could see the quiet determination in their eyes....