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°Amyâs POV°âWhat are you going to do now?âMiaâs voice drifted through the room like she was discussing something small. Something unimportant.âAre you going to claim Luna and watch your son dieâŠ?âShe kept talking.Talking.Talking.Like Eliâs life was just another card she had pulled from a deck.My jaw tightened.She only cared about one thing.That stupid title.That chair in the council room.That little word everyone worshipped.Luna.I watched her for a second, really watched her.The way her fingers rested on the edge of Eliâs desk.The way her lips curved slightly like she was already enjoying the ending of this story.âYou know you're no match for me.âThe words slipped out through clenched teeth before I even realized I had spoken.Her eyes flickered.Just for a moment.âYou're just trying to get rid of me logically,â I continued quietly, âwhich I find strangely amusing.âSomething moved across her face.A tiny crack.Maybe discomfortâŠ..Then she quickly smoothed it over.
°Amyâs POV° I let out a slow breath. It came out shaky. My heart was beating so loud it felt like it had moved up into my ears. Every thump echoed through my head, heavy and uneven. The room felt smaller than it should have. Too quiet and too tense. âRip her apart.â Giaâs voice slid through my mind, low and dangerous. âTear her into shreds⊠and anyone who'd pose a threat to our son.â There was no hesitation in her voice. No confusion. Gia already knew what she wanted to do. She was ready. But me? I wasnât ready for anything yet. My thoughts felt tangled. Like someone had dropped a thousand puzzle pieces into my head and expected me to make sense of them in five seconds. Nothing made sense. Nathan was gone. Jeremy was not here. And somehow Mia was standing in front of me talking about my son like he was a problem she needed to fix. Across the room, Mia stood by the large glass windows now. The modern ones Nathan had installed last year. She reached out and pushed
°Amyâs POV°I stared at her.Right into her eyes.Neither of us blinked, like we were both waiting to see who would break first.The moonlight spilled across the balcony behind her, washing the room in a pale glow, and somehow it made her look even more unreal.So much about her had changed.Her skin looked smoother than I remembered, almost glowing under the silver light. The short dress she wore clung to her body like it had been made just for her, the fabric shimmering every time she shifted. Even the glass heels on her feet caught the moonlight and reflected it like tiny stars.I barely recognized her.My mouth opened, but nothing came out.It felt like my brain had stopped working.How was this even possible?âWe meet again⊠Amy.âHer voice was soft, almost calm, but the way she lifted her chin made it feel like she had been waiting years to say those words.My throat tightened.âWhat the⊠how?âThe question slipped out before I could stop it.Before I could even think of steppin
° Amyâs POV ° I didnât realize how tight my chest had been until the gates closed behind me. The sound was quiet, but it settled something in meâŠ.just a little. I parked in front of the house and stayed there for a second, my fingers resting on the steering wheel. The building stood the sameâŠ..tall as always. It didnât look like a place where someone had diedâŠ..It didnât look like a place that had lost its Alpha. âMom?â Eliâs voice pulled me out of it. I blinked and turned to him. He was watching me carefully, like he had been doing for a while. âWeâre here,â I said, softer this time. He nodded and unbuckled himself before I could help him. By the time I stepped out, a guard was already approaching. He opened Eliâs door, but Eli had already jumped down, moving straight to my side. I noticed that. How close he stayed. Not clinging. Just⊠closeâŠ.. the poor kid had been through a lotâŠ. I guess⊠We walked inside together. The doors opened, and the house greeted us with tha
° Amyâs POV °I didnât answer him.I couldnât.Because if I stayed there any longer, I was going to break in a way I wouldnât be able to hide.So I turnedâŠ.just like thatâŠ.no more wordsâŠ.no more looking at him.I walked past him, my shoulder brushing his arm lightly, but I didnât stop, I didnât even slow down.If I did, I might turn back and I refused to do that.Not after everything.The hallway felt longer than before.My steps echoed softly, uneven at first, then steady as I forced myself to breathe properly.In.Out.In.Out.But my chest still hurt.Downstairs, the noise returned again.The voices, the movementsâŠ.Life continuing like nothing had just ended upstairs.Eli.I spotted him immediately.He was exactly where I left him, sitting now, his small legs swinging slightly as he waited.Waiting for me.My throat tightened.I walked to him and reached for his hand.âLetâs go,â I said softly as he stood up without asking questions.We started walking toward the door.Thatâs when
°Amyâs POV°The silence stretched between us like a wall I couldnât climb.Mom sat right beside me on the bed, holding the test in her hand, her thumb brushing over the pink lines as if touching them could change what they meant. Her lips pressed together, her breath shaky.I couldnât lift my head.
°Amyâs POV°The next morning, the whole school buzzed about one thingâprom night.I sat at my desk, chin buried in my palm, while the chatter swirled around me like a whirlwind I didnât want to get caught in. Everyone had something to sayâwho was going with who, what dresses they had ordered, which
°Amyâs POV° The world was dark, heavy, and quiet when I first slipped away. I didnât feel the ground under me anymore, I didnât feel the cold air of the forest, or the ache in my chest. It was like floating in nothingness. My body didnât belong to me, and for a moment, I wondered if I was gone fo
Amyâs POV.The voices outside my room grew louder, sharp like knives scraping against each other. One was my momâs voiceâshaking, breaking, and filled with fear. The other was deep and rough, carrying something cold inside it, like he had swallowed gravel.I sat on my bed, knees pulled to my chest,







