Chapter 120

Hendrick POV

I cringe as I feel the sharp tip of the metal instrument pierce into my skin. 

“You were always my favorite.” The memory of his gravelly voice rumbles through my head, making me take a deep breath. 

I open my eyes, finding Artemisia leaning against my shoulder as she has fallen asleep during the ride. Fynn is lying in a horrendously uncomfortable-looking position, only to have his head in her lap. I chuckle thinking about how important it must be to him to be close to his baby and beloved to put up with such an unpleasant sleeping position. 

Remembering how lonely he must have felt in the last few years, as he was treated as an outcast in his own pack after his attack on Cayden, I’m glad he found her. She gave him back the home he deserved. Even if he acted like an arrogant idiot al