The pack that remember him
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The gates closed behind them.
Diko kept staring at them through the window.
He couldn't explain the feeling in his chest.
It was strange.
He had never been here before.
At least, not that he could remember.
Yet something about the place felt familiar.
The trees.
The smell in the air.
Even the cold wind was brushing against his face.
His wolf—if he even had one—felt restless.
Diko looked at Marcus.
“What is this place?”
“The Blackridge Pack.”
Diko frowned.
“Blackridge?”
Marcus nodded.
“Your father's pack.”
Diko looked out the window again.
The road led toward a massive stone house surrounded by tall trees.
Several people were standing outside.
They had clearly been waiting.
As the vehicle stopped, Marcus stepped out first.
Then he opened the door for Diko.
Diko got out.
His mother followed.
The moment Diko's feet touched the ground, everyone became silent.
Not ordinary silence.
The kind that made him uncomfortable.
People stared at him.
An old woman standing at the front slowly walked forward.
Her eyes moved over Diko's face.
Then she covered her mouth.
“Oh my…”
Diko frowned.
“What?”
The woman didn't answer.
Instead, she looked at his mother.
“You actually kept him alive.”
His mother stiffened.
“Yes.”
The woman's eyes returned to Diko.
“He looks just like him.”
Diko's stomach tightened.
“My father?”
She nodded.
“Alpha Kieran.”
Hearing the name again made something strange happen inside him.
His chest tightened.
For one brief second, he felt a sharp pain behind his eyes.
Then it disappeared.
Diko touched his forehead.
His mother noticed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
He looked around.
“Why is everyone staring at me?”
Nobody answered.
Marcus stepped forward.
“Everyone, this is Diko.”
A murmur spread through the crowd.
“It's really him.”
“He's alive.”
“After all these years…”
“I thought the heir was dead.”
Diko's expression hardened.
“Heir?”
Marcus looked at him.
“You are the rightful heir to Blackridge.”
Diko shook his head.
“No.”
Marcus frowned.
“No?”
“I don't want this.”
A man in the crowd laughed.
It wasn't a friendly laugh.
“You don't get to decide.”
Diko turned toward him.
The man was tall, broad-shouldered and dressed in black.
He looked at Diko like he was an unwanted guest.
“Who are you?” Diko asked.
The man stepped forward.
“Alpha Victor.”
Marcus immediately moved between them.
“Victor.”
Victor ignored him.
“So this is Kieran's son.”
Diko stared at him.
“You knew my father?”
Victor's mouth curved into a small smile.
“I knew him very well.”
There was something about the way he said it that Diko didn't like.
Before he could respond, his mother grabbed his arm.
“Let's go inside.”
Victor watched them walk away.
His smile disappeared.
Diko noticed.
But he said nothing.
Inside the pack house, everything felt even stranger.
People stopped talking whenever he entered a room.
Some bowed their heads.
Others simply stared.
Diko finally turned to Marcus.
“Why are they acting like they've seen a ghost?”
Marcus looked at him.
“Because to them, you were supposed to be dead.”
Diko's face hardened.
“Who told them that?”
Marcus didn't answer.
His mother did.
“I did.”
Diko turned sharply.
“You told them I was dead?”
“I had to.”
“Why?”
“Because if they knew you were alive, they would have found you.”
Diko shook his head.
“You keep saying you were protecting me.”
“I was.”
“But from whom?”
His mother looked toward the hallway.
Her face suddenly went pale.
Diko followed her gaze.
Nobody was there.
“What is it?”
She whispered,
“We need to leave this room.”
“Why?”
“Because some walls here have ears.”
Diko stared at her.
Then a voice came from behind them.
“She isn't wrong.”
Diko turned.
An elderly man stood in the doorway.
He was dressed in a dark suit and held a silver cane.
Marcus immediately bowed his head.
“Elder Rowan.”
The old man looked at Diko.
Then he slowly lowered himself to one knee.
Everyone in the hallway followed.
Diko froze.
“What are you doing?”
Elder Rowan looked up at him.
“Welcoming our Alpha home.”
Diko's heart began pounding.
He looked around at the people kneeling before him.
Then he heard a sound.
A low growl.
Not from outside.
Not from one of the people in the hallway.
From inside him.
Diko's eyes widened.
He grabbed his chest.
His mother rushed toward him.
“Diko?”
He couldn't answer.
The growl came again.
Stronger this time.
Elder Rowan's face changed.
He stood slowly.
His eyes were fixed on Diko.
“His wolf is waking.”
Diko looked at him in confusion.
“My what?”
Before anyone could answer, a woman screamed from somewhere upstairs.
Everyone turned.
Then another voice shouted:
“Someone has broken into the Alpha's room!”
Diko's mother went completely still.
Marcus looked at her.
“You didn't tell him?”
“Tell me what?”
She looked at Diko.
Her lips trembled.
“The room they found him in…”
She swallowed.
“Was your father's room.”
And from upstairs came another scream.
“There's blood on the Alpha's bed!”
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