Her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes were starting to fade. The last minutes, we sat in complete silence, waiting for her to compose herself. I wanted to comfort her, the last time I saw her this broken was when Lucas died in her arms.
“It can be him,” she mumbled, breaking the silence. “He must be around seventy years old by now.” Her voice was no louder than a whisper.
It made no sense; he didn’t seem seventy to me. Maybe it was his son who was my mate.
“Alpha Killian isn’t seventy,” Izaiah said before meeting my eyes. Concern filled his gaze.
Then he must have passed his abilities to his son. That was the only explanation. But why did my gut tell me something else? Maybe he didn’t age, maybe he was the same as Aurora. But this also made no sense.
“Who was Ky to you?” I asked
