I stood at the edge of the yacht, watching the island shrink in the distance. It had been a wonderful holiday, but now, we were heading back to the pack lands.
Back to whispers. Expectations. Complications.
I sighed and wrapped my arms around myself, the wind tugging at my hair. I didn’t even hear Lucas until he was beside me.
Softly, he said, “We’ve already started looking.”
I turned to him, confused for a second.
“Into your parents,” he added, his eyes fixed on the waves. “Levi pulled some strings, and I reached out to a few old contacts. If there’s anything left out there—records, stories, people who knew them—we’ll find it.”
My heart squeezed. “Lucas…” I reached for his hand, gripping it gently. “You don’t have to do that.” His jaw clenched a little, but he didn’t speak.
“I mean it,” I said again, more firmly. “You guys have already done so much. This isn’t your burden to carry.”
