Chapter 59
Alpha Aldric
The night was quiet in the Blood Rose Pack. The air was cold, and the moon was only half-full as if waiting for its completion—an answer I had long avoided.
I was on the terrace of the Pack House, gazing at the dark woods. The chirping of crickets was still present, but my mind was focused on only one direction—Thalia.
Why is it so hard?
Why, despite the connection between us, does it feel like there's still a wall I can't break? Maybe... it's not fear of her that's holding me back. But fear of losing her.
“What view are you searching for in the darkness, son?”
I turned. Elder Emre, my father, stood behind me. He held a small cup of wine, typical of him whenever he wanted to discuss something.
“Nothing,” I replied, my voice low. “Just the night.”
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