Olivia's POV
There was a tense silence inside the private jet. The hum of the engine filled the cabin, but my mind was louder, racing with fear, doubt, and a hundred unanswered questions.
I was going back.
Back to the Full Moon Pack.
Back to the triplets.
It had only been a week… just a week since I last saw them. But with everything that had happened, it felt like years.
So much had changed.
I sat stiffly in my seat, hands curled tightly in my lap, eyes glued to the clouds outside the window. My heart thudded against my ribs like it wanted out. I didn't know what I would find when I got there.
Would they recognize me?
Should I even tell them?
Should I expose everything—tell them the truth?
That I was alive. That this face wasn't mine. That I was wearing someone else's identity. That Alpha Damien had faked my death and trapped me in a life I never chose.
My fingers trembled.
Maybe… maybe they could help me.
Maybe—