**LOVETH’S POV**
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
She was here—alive.
For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. Perhaps it was the stress. My vision blurred as I rubbed my eyes, convinced this was some cruel trick of my mind. Or maybe she was someone else, a stranger with an uncanny resemblance. A twin, perhaps?
No. It was her.
Mathilda.
My breath caught in my throat as she stood before us, tangible and real. The woman whose absence had been marked by grief and whose memory haunted us all.
“Mathilda,” Alpha Sandrino’s voice broke through the haze as he surged past me, engulfing her in a fierce embrace.
“You’re alive… How?” His voice trembled with disbelief.
Tears streamed down her face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her words fragile and heavy with regret
I stood there, rooted to
