Serenya's POV
The air still feels heavy after everything that just happened.
The illusion is gone, and the magic burned out. I sit on the edge of the bed, trembling. My throat aches from the silence I can’t break anymore. The ring’s power has faded, and so has the voice it borrowed me.
Darian sits beside me, not too close, not too far. He doesn’t say anything — not yet. His presence is steady, the storm in him quieting into something more fragile.
I sign slowly, You deserve the truth.
He nods once. “I’m listening.”
So I tell him. My hands move carefully, shaping every piece of the story I’ve buried for years.
I wasn’t always mute. I wasn’t always a stranger living under a false name. My father was an Alpha — proud, fair, the kind of leader people followed without fear. My mother, L
