Cyra
When we arrived back at the packhouse, Warren was waiting for us. He wasn’t the only one. Yana stood on one side of her father with Wade and Yvonne standing on the other. It felt like the Hill family showed up to prove a point. ‘She doesn’t need you, she has us.’
I feel warmth spread through my chest at their silent pronouncement of love and acceptance of me. They’re right. I don’t need anyone else when I have them.
Warren comes down the steps, he nods at Arman, but his gaze remains fixed on Ramin. He’s making a point that no one hurts his family and Ramin hurt me.
“I’m Alpha Warren Hill, Cyra’s father-in-law.”
Not Yorick’s father. MY father-in-law.
“Alpha Warren, I’m Alpha Ramin,” my uncle says.
“Yes. So I gathered.”
There’s a tense moment of silence as Warren continues to st
