As I returned from the cemetery to the pack house that was meant to be our home, I was starkly reminded of Thorne's rare presence here. It was absurd, if anyone knew, that the Alpha was seldom seen in his own pack house. For years, it had been just Cassian and me.
Cassian's presence lingered in every corner. His laughter still echoed in the halls, and his portraits pinned to the wall. Every step I took was a painful reminder of my son. The weight of his absence was crushing. I wept as I began clearing away the traces of our life together. Every reminder of my son had to go, but each piece I packed felt like I was losing him all over again.
Dragging my suitcase downstairs, I ran into my mate. His sudden appearance took me by surprise, but then I saw he was carrying Morgana into the pack house. His face was etched with concern, and he brushed past me as if I were a stranger. He didn’t even glance my way.