Chapter 225 When are you going to tell your family you’re okay?
Chapter 225: Chapter 225 When are you going to tell your family you’re okay?
"About Victor and Sylvia. About the pack alliances shifting. About..." She trailed off. "About you being in danger."My heart skipped. "What did he say exactly?"
"He said there are people who want you gone. People who think a human shouldn’t be running a company with this much influence in wolf territory."
Her voice was tight with worry. "He said Sylvia’s been making calls. Forming alliances. That she’s planning something big."
"Did he say what?"
"No. He got a call from her in the middle of dinner and had to leave. But Aria..." Jennifer’s voice cracked.
"Please be careful. I don’t trust Nathan. I don’t trust Victor. I don’t trust any of them. And I’m terrified that while you’re gone, they’re going to do something that you can’t come back from."
The raw fear in her voice hit me harder than any threat could have.
"Thank you," I said quietly. "Thank you for watching my back, Jennifer. For caring enough to take risks you shouldn’t have to take."
"You’re not alone in this." Her voice was fierce now. "I know it feels like it sometimes, but you’re *not*. Diana, Leo, Kyle—all of us. We’re with you. Whatever happens."
My throat tightened. "I know. I just need a little more time."
"How much time?"
"I don’t know yet." I glanced back at the bed where Damian was still sleeping.
"But I promise I’ll come back as soon as I can. And when I do, we’re going to deal with Sylvia and Nathan and whoever else thinks they can take what’s mine."
"I’ll hold you to that."
We said our goodbyes, and I ended the call feeling simultaneously better and worse. Better because I knew I had people watching my back. Worse because the scope of what I was dealing with felt bigger than ever.
Damian’s attempted assassination wasn’t an isolated incident. It was part of something larger. A coordinated effort to destabilize both of us.
And the people behind it were patient. Strategic. Willing to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
A soft knock on the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts.
"Come in," I called softly.
The door opened to reveal one of Ronan’s staff—a young woman with kind eyes and a tray of food that smelled absolutely heavenly.
My stomach growled in response, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since... God, I couldn’t even remember.