Lennox’s POV
The first ritual was over. The crowd had begun to disperse, some heading back to their homes, others lingering in quiet clusters to share old memories. But the rest of us—my family—we returned to the pack house in silence, waiting for the final ritual that would take place later tonight.
Some pack members wanted to come up to us... to offer their condolences, share their grief, speak of Olivia. But we gave the guards strict orders to let no one through. None of us were in the mood to hear sweet words about someone we all failed to protect.
Back in my room, I couldn’t stop thinking about Rebecca.
I kept seeing her fainting in the garden, falling like a feather that had lost its strength to float. For a terrifying second, my instincts kicked in, and I had turned toward her—but I stopped myself. I couldn’t move. Not with all those eyes watching. I forced myself to stay rooted to the ground, to act like I didn’t care. Like I hadn’t just watched someone collapse in the middle of the funeral.
Even when Damien lifted her in his arms and walked off, I stayed. I clenched my fists. Bit my tongue. Focused on the ritual.
But my mind... my mind refused to obey.
Instead, it kept circling back to her. Her pale face. Her trembling hands. That look in her eyes.
Why the hell was I so worried about her?
I didn’t have an answer. So I just stayed in my room, pacing the floor, ignoring the voices downstair, avoiding everyone. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I barely even breathed.
Great-grandmother Hailee’s words kept haunting me.
"Something is coming, Lennox... Something that will shake you and your brothers. It will break you for a while. But don’t be afraid... it was meant to be."
What did she mean?
And why did her voice echo louder now than it did in the dream?
I let out a heavy sigh and dropped onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my palms.
A knock suddenly cut through the silence.
I didn’t move.
"Alpha Lennox," Dustin’s voice came from the other side. "The men have arrived. They brought Silas with them."
My head shot up.
"What?" I jumped to my feet and crossed the room in two long strides. I yanked the door open and stared at him. "Where is he?"
Dustin stood straight. "They’re holding him in the throne room."
My heart thudded. "Good. Call my brothers. Now."
He nodded without another word and turned down the hallway.
I didn’t waste a second. I jumped down the stairs and hurriedly made my way to the throne room. I stormed into the throne room, my boots hitting the marble with a loud sound. The guards stood on both sides, stiff and alert, parting immediately as I entered.
And there he was.
Silas.
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