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My past, my future, the questions with no answers. But reality was still out there, whether we wanted to face it or not. "Tell me something," I said quietly. "About you, your pack. About everything I need to know. Who is Alpha Ace?"

I turned back, my eyes still emitting danger. “Keys.” I spat. He jolted and immediately brought out the keys from his pocket, then threw them to me. Sitting inside the expensive car which seemed to have not been cleaned for months, I frowned and threw Benson, who sat in the passenger seat, a disgusted look. But I still inserted the keys in and started the car. In no time, the car was running on the road. My destination— The Alaska home. The Alaska family doesn’t live in the Northern Pack but in a city that wasn’t taken by any pack. They are involved in business and grew their wealth from farmland.

_____ Two weeks have passed since I left Alexei’s pack house, and I’ve spent every single day searching for answers about where I come from. I searched until I found the abandoned hut from my vision. In real life, it looked identical to what I had seen, weathered wood, decaying moss, and an overwhelming heavy atmosphere. I stepped inside, only to find the interior completely trashed, furniture overturned, and papers strewn across the floor. I walked through the debris, desperately looking for anything that could explain my past. Was I really the child of a Hunter and a wolf? Is this why Alexei and I are cursed? And how can I save us both? I wondered, sifting through the dust.

After peeling it, he sliced a piece and handed it to her: "Eat this." Lyric looked at him, her eyes shining with a strange, desperate light. To anyone else, she looked like a woman in love. To Kade, she looked like a weight he wasn't sure he could carry anymore. “Kade, thank you,” she whispered, her voice airy and fragile. “You've been so good to me. I thought you had forgotten I existed.” Kade remained expressionless. His face was a mask of cold stone, his eyes brooding and dark. He was physically there, but his mind was miles away, back in a dusty apartment in Alabama.

"You were having a massive panic attack. It felt like… like a storm was coming. You kept whispering for help. You sounded heartbroken." Heartbroken? My heart had frozen solid in that snowbank, right along with the video calls he'd cut off. "Yeah," I muttered. "Surviving an avalanche like that is the kind of life experience you only need once." The girl's mouth dropped open. "Oh my god… You mean that Alaska avalanche? The one that's been all over the news?" I closed my eyes. The news talked about the snow, but they didn't mention how an Alpha had left his mate to die.

I rushed back from out of town overnight when my best friend, Siobhan Coventry, went into labor. After learning that both mother and child were safe, I got teary-eyed with emotion. "Have you decided on the baby's name yet?" I asked. Her smile stiffened unnaturally for a moment. "Leonard Kessler. We'll call him Leo." "Kessler?" I stared at her in surprise. "I thought you said the baby would take your last name. Is his biological father's last name Kessler?" She gave me a vague hum before quickly changing the subject. "Ginny, I've been craving the wraps from that place in the college town." I nodded, forcing my doubts aside, and went out to buy one for her. It was only when I reached the

I look pale, overdressed, and still faintly scented with mating bond and Alpha. Not subtle. Then it hits me. Aunt Lauren. Alaska. Small town. Isolated. Mostly human. Nobody important goes there unless they mean to. And Aunt Lauren has never asked questions before feeding people. June shifts thoughtfully. That's smart. I swallow slowly. Okay. New plan. Get to a town large enough to disappear in. Get cash. Get different clothes. Head northwest. Alaska. For the first time since the bond detonated, something close to control settles back into my chest.

Lyra — Age 8 Blackwood Pack Territory, Alaska By her eighth birthday, Lyra Blackwood knew that Alaska wore beauty and brutality like twin crowns. Jagged mountains loomed beyond the windowsill, their snow-packed peaks gleaming like sharpened ivory fangs. Endless forests of spruce and fir stretched into shadowed depths, their needles whispering secrets the wind alone could carry. Winter draped the land in ice too long, while spring arrived hesitantly, as though afraid to break the frost’s hold. Even daylight felt reluctant—pale and fleeting, as if it belonged somewhere warmer, more forgiving.

Now and then, my eyes stole glances at mom and Jeff. Huh, look how they laugh together like a love-drunk couple. That's disgusting to me. "Oh, dude," shouted Astrid, getting off the bike. She immediately hugged me "why is it so suddenly? What about Arley? Asked Astrid. She's the only friend I have. She has exotic brown skin with shiny black hair, and she has long lashes and an oval face like mine. There is one dimple on her left cheek. It adds to the sweetness of her face.

I just want to go home. I will not tell my family about what has happened. I don't want to ruin our perfect day at Wicked Falls. I’m really looking forward to it this year, especially after what just happened. Running in the woods so freely just feels amazing. The falls are so beautiful—it’s the only fall in Alaska where the water doesn’t freeze, which is crazy. I haven't seen my brother all day, so I am uncertain if he was able to find his mate today or not, but he will be able to see the sadness in my eyes. I just hope he doesn’t care.