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of control.

"You can look now," I said when I finished.

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Ethan turned, something clutched carefully in his hands. My breath caught when I recognized

Lily's mug, painstakingly pieced back together.

"I spent the night repairing it," he said, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "I know it doesn't

make up for what I did, but I wanted to try."

He held it out to me, the cracks visible but the mug whole again. The childish drawing of our

family-a family that never truly existed-made my heart ache.

"Olivia, about Lily's birthday..." Ethan began, his amber eyes earnest. “I didn't intentionally miss it. There was an emergency with Emma at the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Dr. Rivers diagnosed a spleen injury requiring immediate blood transfusion."

My hands trembled as I took the mug from him.

"I should have been there for Lily," he continued. "I know that now. It won't happen again."

His words, meant to appease, only deepened my pain. The authority in his voice- an Alpha

making a solemn vow-meant nothing. It was too late for promises.

"Won't happen again?" I repeated, my voice dangerously quiet. "She's dead, Ethan. Our daughter is dead."

Something snapped inside me. With a sudden movement, I hurled the mug against the wall.

my broken heart as

more.

Stone, you're not worthy!" I declared, my voice steady despite the tears

fall.

leaving him stunned amidst the

(Matriarch Evelyn's POV)

scent of moonflowers

After three months at the ancient temple retreat,

by the sacred rituals and

announced, opening my door with the

his decades of

Bernard," I replied, accepting his arm as I stepped from the

to pay my respects to old friend

cemetery was peaceful, bathed in soft morning light. I made my way to Matilda's grave, my old bones protesting slightly at the exertion. After placing fresh

brief prayer, I turned

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in the soft light. Something

closer.

beautifully crafted, the polished granite embedded with small moonstone crystals that seemed to absorb and reflect the light. But it was the photograph that captured my attention-a young girl, perhaps four or five years old, with

fingers tracing the

in our hearts."

five short years. Such

before continuing toward the cemetery exit. But the name echoed in my mind, stirring something deep within

Winters. Why did it

recollection surfaced-a video call with Olivia, my grandson's mate. She

her Lily," Olivia had said, her voice

flashed-a family gathering at the Stone Estate. A little girl with emerald eyes, perhaps two or

had called, her

painfully in my chest.

on