Xander
Nala faced me with questions in her eyes. I knew she’d ask.
"Why didn’t you come back to claim what was rightfully yours, to put them in their place?" Nala asked, her voice filled with frustration. I could see the fire in her eyes, the fierce desire for justice—or perhaps revenge—that was simmering just beneath the surface.
I pulled her closer to me, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
"Because I’m bigger than Willow Bridge now," I replied, my voice steady and calm.
"I have no ties to that place anymore, and I have no interest in anything related to it. Willow Bridge failed me when I was a teenager. If I went back, I wouldn’t be a fair alpha to them. It’s better this way—for them to believe I’m dead or lost, just a distant memory."
Nala shook her head, clearly disag
