96: ANOTHER GRANDPA

LISA'S POV

The house looks almost exactly the same as it did years ago when I last visited. The last time I came here was with my father. I was much younger back then, and I vividly recall that we were supposed to be here for dinner or at least, that's what my father told me. However, from the moment we arrived to the moment we left, we didn’t eat a single thing.

All I remember is them discussing something about borders and territories. My father had brought some maps with him, though at the time, I didn’t understand much of what was being said. In hindsight, he probably brought me along because my mother was away visiting her old pack, and he didn’t trust anyone in the pack house to watch over me.

"Are you ready?" Ronan whispers as we reach the door.

"I was born ready," I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

“If my father tries anything or if you feel uncomfortable at any point, we can leave. Don’t hesitate,” he reassures me.

“Do you expect something to happen?” I raise an e