I rested my chin on the table and watched Aunt Disa and the maids in the kitchen, cooking and laughing together. They looked so happy and peaceful; I wished I could feel the same way. Just like back in the Davenport pack, everything felt comfortable and carefree.

But I wasn't fortunate enough to enjoy that kind of simple life.

My mind was in complete chaos, replaying the past few days' events. I couldn't even bring myself to talk to Vincent because of my guilt.

Let alone face Elijah; I was too scared to even catch a glimpse of him from a distance. I avoided him altogether.

My eyes met Aunt...