Chapter 73

• Zara’s pov
• The familiar scent of the pack house filled my nostrils as I stepped inside. A wave of nausea washed over me together with a sense of dread. I had returned to the place I was imprisoned, the place I had once called home now it felt so distant.
• Father sat on his throne, his face gave nothing but behind those eyes I could see he was surprised . "You've returned, Zara," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. "That was fast but I hope you've come to your senses."