“Wait… is this what I’m thinking?” Ryder said suddenly.
He rushed to Alpha Stone’s side, his movements quick and tense. We followed immediately, our hearts pounding with the same fragile hope.
But nothing changed.
Alpha Stone’s eyes remained open—wide, distant, empty.
Only that smile…
That faint, unsettling smile still rested on his lips.
“Why is he still like this if he just smiled?” I asked, my voice filled with confusion.
Ryder didn’t look at me. His focus stayed on his father as he grabbed his hand tightly, almost like he was afraid to let go.
“I think he can hear us,” he said quietly.
Mom nodded slowly. “Yes. I believe so too.” She paused, her eyes studying Alpha Stone carefully. “But I also feel like he might have lost his memory.”
Ryder’s head snapped toward her.
“What do
