I stood outside the healer's cabin like a ghost haunting the edges of the living world, my bare feet rooted to the damp earth as if I'd grown there.
Through the windows, I could see movement.
Shadows shifting, figures bending over what I knew had to be Alpha Alexander's still form.
Elias was in there. Ronan too, and Alpha Alexander's Luna, whose soft sobs had been drifting out intermittently for the past hour.
The rest of us had been relegated to waiting outside like children dismissed from adult conversations.
Dante, Giovanni, and Rowan had all shifted back to human form at some point, though I couldn't remember when.
The adrenaline crash had left me fuzzy on details, my mind jumping between the present moment and flashes of what had just happened.
Aldric's smirk, the child's lifeless body, the woman who died protecting me, my mother's potential existence.
Freya's small hand was wrapped around mine, her grip strong.
