His First Kill, My Second Life
In a pile of debris that hadn't completely burned, I found the remains of a photo album.
The cover was destroyed, but a few photos inside had survived.
I picked up the first one, my hands trembling.
It was a picture from our first date.
Elena, in a simple white dress, was smiling under a cherry blossom tree.
The look in her eyes as she gazed at the camera was so pure, so full of trust.
The second photo was more damaged.
It was from my Alpha inauguration ceremony.
Elena was standing beside me, her eyes filled with pride and love.