MIA'S POV
The news of Alpha Diego's passing hit me like a physical blow. Standing in Xavier's apartment, watching his strong facade crumble as he received the call, I felt my own heart breaking twice over—once for the man who had shown me kindness when I needed it most, and once for the pain etched across Xavier's face.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him as his broad shoulders trembled beneath my touch. His scent, usually warm and comforting, was now tinged with the sharp bite of grief.
Xavier pulled away first, his eyes red-rimmed but determined. "We need to go. The others are already at the pack house."
I nodded, rushing to dress appropriately. Black dress, simple jewelry—nothing flashy for a day meant for mourning. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, my mind ra
