The air was still dense. Heavy.
As if the memories just ripped from Lilith’s mind had left an invisible stain in the warehouse.
I still stood at the center of the circle, feeling the echoes of those images still swirling behind my eyes.
Kael stepped closer, his hand seeking mine. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t pull—he just offered his silent anchor.
"What did you see, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper.
I took a deep breath, gathering every fractured piece of myself before speaking.
"I saw her origin. Her devotion to someone named Darian," I said, and my voice, though low, cut through the tension like a hot blade. "A fallen Alpha. An exile. Not by choice... but because he lost everything. He manipulated her. Turned her into a tool."
Zack and Sage exchanged a loaded look.
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