Meanwhile, as the pack outside cheered their victory, Alara was left inside the pack house, mourning the loss of her son. While Rylan was out there, celebrating, her tears were falling nonstop. The Alpha didn't even look for them, he didn't even ask anyone where his family was—his son, his Luna.
He simply... didn't care.
The celebration of victory rang hollow in her ears, overshadowed by grief.
As Darkwood Pack celebrated their hard-fought victory, cheers, and laughter filling the air, I felt like an outsider in my home. The sounds of their joy were a cruel contrast to the heavy weight of grief that pressed down on my heart. I couldn’t bear to be there, amidst their revelry, while my son lay cold and lifeless.
Without hesitation, I made my decision. I needed answers, a sliver of hope—anything to save Aiden. While the others were busy celebrating with Rylan, I slipped away. Shifting into my wolf form, a sleek silver with piercing blue eyes, I gently placed Aiden’s body on my back. His frame felt unbearably light.