Maria's POV

“It has been almost six years, Maria; do come back, I beg you,” my younger brother pleaded.

“You know I can’t, Diego,” I responded, sighing.

“Papà has already forgiven you, even if he doesn’t express it. He would be delighted to see you again,” I could sense the desperation in his voice, even through the phone.

I scoffed. “Forgiveness isn’t his forte, you know that,” I reminded him.

My father possessed various traits, unfortunately, mercy was not among them. I had wronged him gravely, not only turning my back on them but also on my birthright, which included the leadership of our entire pack. Perhaps I had been...