Chapter 83

Kael’s POV

"You. Apollo. You need to come with me," I ordered him firmly.

"Yes, Sir Kael," he replied without hesitation.

We were already prepared to leave. I had a few wolf guards following behind, maintaining a safe distance just in case anything went wrong.

But it was only Apollo who rode in the car with me.

The ride was long.

We drove through the thick snow as the wind was howling around us.

The journey toward the Angus’s tribe felt heavy.

Apollo stayed quiet beside me, as if sensing my tension. I kept my hands steady on the wheel, but my mind wasn’t focused on the road.

Images, broken pieces of memory, kept replaying in my head no matter how hard I tried to push them away.

Syria…

I remember her eyes first. The way they sparkled with passion and intensity every time she picked up a paintbrush.

She wasn’t just painting. She was living. Every stroke she made was careful, precise, as if it were the only thing keeping her in this world.

But beneath that focus was pain.

So much