Chapter 93

Tyler. As Arya turned to me in the car, her eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and concern, I marveled at her resilience. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice steady despite the underlying tension. "Of course, I am, Little One," I replied, the endearment slipping off my tongue effortlessly. I stole a glance at her, before returning my gaze to the imposing gates of the Crest pack. "I'm just taking it all in. Alpha of Crest pack," I added with a chuckle. Leaning back against the leather seat, I couldn't shake off the memories that flooded my mind as we approached the pack gates. Leaving Crest pack behind was a decision fueled by anger and betrayal, yet fate had led me back to reclaim what was rightfully mine. The mantle of Alpha of Crest pack was not one I sought, but it was one I couldn't refuse—a duty bound by blood and legacy. But as Arya's fingers intertwined with mine, her touch grounding me in the present, nagging worry gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. She had endur