Evelyn's POV
Even if Ava's words made sense, they weren't enough to quiet the heavy thoughts I had replaying in my head.
I needed to talk to someone—someone who could give me answers.
The questions that had taken root in my mind were relentless, and as days kept on passing, he questions only kept on increasing.
I was already so tired of being in the dark. I was tired of not being carried along with anything happening in the pack.
If I couldn't face my father directly, the least I deserved was to know whatever was going on.
Why had he suddenly changed his mind about my marriage to Victor? Why had he handed me over to Nathan as if I were nothing more than a piece of cake to be served?
And why, after years of silence, had Nathan returned?
Since Nathan's return, everything had changed somehow. It felt like my world had been upended, leaving me to make sense of it all on my own.