MIA’S POV
Diego’s words hung in the air like a thunderclap, the weight of them pressing down on all of us. The room fell into a heavy silence, the brothers staring at their father as though he had just delivered their death sentence.
“Two options,” Diego repeated, his tone steady but grim. “Either your true mate completes the bond and breaks the curse, or a white wolf could save you from this curse. But as far as we know, no white wolves exist in this generation.”
White wolf? My wolf was also white wolf.
I was not only their mate but white wolf also.
I opened my mouth to speak, but something stopped me. It wasn’t my place to comment, was it? This wasn’t my problem. Or at least, that’s what I tried to convince myself. But the knot forming in my chest told me otherwise.
Xavier’s eyes n
