“How did it happen?” I whispered softly, hoping he would finally tell me the full story.
Adam took a deep, shuddering breath before sitting down at the foot of the bed, his eyes clouded with memories that I knew haunted him. “It was quick,” he began, his voice low and strained. “Too quick. One moment we were celebrating with the pack, and the next... she was dead. We didn’t know what it was at first. She collapsed out of nowhere. By the time we realised it was Duskbloom, it was too late.”
He ran a hand through his hair, his face contorted with grief and frustration. “I should have protected her. I should have been able to save her, but I couldn’t. And when we traced the source, it led back to your pack.” His voice broke, and he looked up at me, his eyes filled with pain. “I never wanted
