Chapter 3

Cynthia’s family hailed from the neighboring Robinson Pack, just a two-hour sprint through the dense forest that divided our territories. Visits were rare, but now her three brothers stood tall in the courtyard, their eyes ablaze with fury as they shielded their sister. Their protective stance was unmistakable, their Delta auras radiating anger as they glared daggers at Damian and Lorelei.

As I returned from the market, every eye in the courtyard snapped toward me. The tension was palpable, the air thick with unspoken accusations. Cynthia’s sobs intensified when she spotted me, her hands clutching her swollen belly as if…