Author's POVThe courtyard had barely recovered from the war when another silence settled over the kingdom. Not the peaceful kind. The heavy kind that came after bloodshed, loss and the truths that should have remained buried forever.The Christmas lights still glowed around the destroyed courtyard. Bodies were being dragged away by the surviving warriors while healers rushed around attending to the wounded. Somewhere in the distance, children were crying while frightened pack members huddled together near the palace walls.And in the middle of all that destruction stood Aldrich Valtor. He was silent, still and broken. Silas' confession about his mother lingered heavily inside his mind like poison. Every single word. Every single detail.Your father stood there and watched while we forced poison down her throat.Aldrich felt sick.For years, he had hated Silas and had been curious on what his mother could have done to deserve such level of brutality from her own mate. Now he knew. Sh
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