Leo's POV
The jet hit the ground with a hard thud, but the real turbulence was in my head. I felt like I shouldn't be here. The air in our territory felt heavy, thick with a history I was starting to question. It was already 7:00 AM when I arrived, and my mother's memorial was only two hours away.
I sighed, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes as I stepped down from the private jet. The cool morning air bit at my skin, but I hardly felt it.
"Welcome home, Alpha Leo," the guards said in unison, bowing their heads as I approached the waiting black sedan. I didn't answer. I just climbed into the back seat and stared out the tinted window.
The drive to the packhouse was a blur of familiar trees and fences, but my mind was thousands of miles away. I kept thinking about Scar. I kept thinking about the way she felt in my arms, the way she tasted, and the sheer impossibility of her being alive. But then a dark thought struck me.
