Elara's POV
I woke up in a cold sweat and an empty bed. My mate was out with Sabrina. Lucas had recently agreed to go see Aurelio and possibly give him his blood to complete the healing process. In an empty bed, I was scared. I'd just had a nightmare. In my dream, all the terrible memories of my life as Amaris surfaced. The era when Darian ruled the world was one filled with bloodshed.
Stepping down from bed, I decided to get myself a glass of water. I tiptoed downstairs, the packhouse was dead silent. I slipped into the kitchen, pouring myself water.
"Lovely to see you again, daughter-in-law.'' Darian, Lucas' father, was standing across the entrance of the kitchen. I almost dropped my glass when I saw him. Looking at him reminded me of everything he did 500 years ago. All the werewolf men, women and children he killed in cold blood. "I never had a chance to apologize for how I treated you."