Krysta's POV
The moment the pack discovered my true identity, everything changed. They crowded around me with eager faces, each wanting their chance to speak, to offer condolences for my family's brutal deaths, to express their joy that their Alpha had finally found me. The weight of their attention pressed against my chest like a heavy stone.
Nathan stepped forward, his commanding presence silencing the murmurs that rippled through the gathered wolves. His voice carried the authority that made grown men bow their heads in respect.
"She was never truly alone. This pack owes a debt to Alpha Holt, the man who opened his home to Krysta when she was just a child. He gave her his protection and his name when she had nothing left. He cared for her until fate brought her back to me."
His eyes swept across every face in the crowd, ensuring his words sank deep into their minds.
