Sierra pov.

It had been three months since I lost my child, and I was still residing in Dean Castle. I felt scared because Linda, without fail, always made sure my life became a living hell.

I had tried everything to be kind to her, but she incessantly blamed me for joining the Ghost Pack and stealing Dean away from her, which was far from the truth.

Most of the time, I hid in my room, afraid to come out, as if this were just another nightmare to endure.

As I sat on my bed, contemplating my next move, a knock on the door startled me. I gazed at it...