King Larry’s POV
The second Gemma disappeared, the air around us crackled with leftover magic.
One second she was standing there glaring at all of us, refusing to come back to the pack. The next, she vanished into thin air.
Alpha Logan swore under his breath while the triplets stiffened beside me.
But I could still feel her.
A pull deep in my chest tugged at me like an invisible thread.
“She’s still close,” I said quietly.
My father looked at me sharply. “You can track her?”
I nodded. “She’s our sister. Our magic is connected.”
The word sister still felt unreal after all these years.
For seventeen years, Barry and I had believed our triplet died as a baby alongside our mother. Then suddenly she was standing in front of us—alive, powerful, angry, and completely broken.
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