After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

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Before Nora could react, Abby broke free from Cole’s grip and ran straight into her arms.

Nora caught her easily, surprised but touched by the enthusiasm.

Cole approached with a small smile. “We’re here for the festival. Abby wouldn’t stop talking about the Moonlit Rite tonight.”

Abby pouted up at Nora, her big eyes full of unspoken hope. “Come with us?”

Nora hesitated.

She hadn’t planned on staying. Festivals weren’t the same anymore. She didn’t want to be surrounded by people and

reminded of what she had lost.

But then she caught something in Cole’s expression.

He had been watching her.

Not in a way that was intrusive, but in a way that told her he had noticed. He had seen her walking alone in the crowd, surrounded by laughter yet untouched by it.

Had he followed her intentionally? Something about the way he stood there, the quiet patience in his gaze, made her suspect that he had. And the strange thing was… she didn’t mind. Nora looked down at Abby, whose small hands clung to her coat.

Maybe, just for tonight… She could pretend.

She could be a part of something again.

A sudden surge of acceptance came through and she was about to say ‘Yes‘ to their kind offer that suddenly something stopped her words in the mouth…

figures appearing in

other than Arnold, Linda, and Alex who

landed on them. Her breath hitched, a cold shock running through her veins, numbing her

Linda looked radiant under the soft glow

held Linda’s hand.

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chest tighten, the edges of her

no change in his expression, no sharp intake of breath or visible

coaxing her attention back. “Abby invited us to check out the main

about. Her mind struggled to reorient itself, to pull away from the unexpected sight

watching her expectantly, waiting for an

Nora exhaled quietly.

no reason for her

“Alright, Let’s go.”

nor did he linger. With an easy grace, he matched her pace as they made

been transformed into a breathtaking display of tradition and history. White furs draped over wooden structures, pine boughs wove together to create intricate decorations, and soft lanterns cast a warm glow

flame burned bright, surrounded by dancers moving in synchronized, fluid movements that imitated the rhythm of the hunt–the way wolves stalked, ran, and struck their prey. Each step was powerful, precise, embodying the

of the festival pull her away

Cole stepping slightly closer until he

some pictures for you?”

was simple, casual, but it made her

taking pictures, but something about the way he offered made it feel like an anchor, a reminder that she was still here, still part

moment of hesitation, she nodded.

motioning for her to pose. She went along with it, standing near the backdrop of falling snow and flickering flames. The first few shots were just her alone, then Abby joined in, her lively energy bringing a