Before Lucian could respond, hurried footsteps echoed through the den, cutting through the tense silence like a blade. Maron, Lucian’s right-hand warrior, appeared in the doorway, his face pale and etched with sorrow. His heavy gaze swept across the room, and the weight of his presence stilled everyone.
“Alpha,” Maron began, his voice thick with grief. “I bring grave news.”
The air grew suffocating, my heart pounding so violently it felt as though it might shatter. I already knew what he was about to say. Deep down, I had known since I left the healer’s den, but hearing the words out loud...
“Kael is gone,” Maron said, his voice breaking on the last word. “The healers did everything they could, but his body couldn’t hold on.”
Gasps rippled through the den, the shock and grief of the pack palpable. The world around me blurred, every sound fading except for the relentless pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.
Maron cleared his throat, struggling to maintain his composure as he added, “At approximately nine this morning, the Alpha’s son, Kael, passed away..."
