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The morning sun cast long shadows across Sacred Moonlight Cemetery as I knelt before

Lily's tombstone. My weathered fingers traced the engraved name, the cold stone a stark

contrast to the warmth of my tears.

"My great-granddaughter," I whispered, memories flooding back like a broken dam.

Bernard stood respectfully behind me, his silence heavy with shared grief. I

closed my eyes,

remembering a conversation I'd overheard between Ethan and Olivia just before my spiritual

retreat.

"How is Lily?" Ethan had asked casually, as if inquiring about the weather. "I was thinking we

could have dinner together this weekend."

Olivia's face had remained carefully neutral. "She's fine. Just busy with school projects."

The memory twisted like a knife in my chest. Lily had been dead for months, yet Ethan spoke

as if she were alive. And Olivia had maintained the charade.

"She protected me from the truth," I realized aloud, my voice breaking. "Because of my

memory issues, she didn't want to cause me pain by telling me repeatedly that Lily was gone."

Bernard shifted uncomfortably. "Matriarch, perhaps we should return to the estate. This shock

isn't good for your health."

I ignored his concern, another memory surfacing-Olivia's haunted eyes whenever Lily was

mentioned, the careful way she redirected conversations. She had carried this burden alone.

said, rising shakily to my feet. "How could he

How could he ask

to contemplate. Had my grandson truly been

family that he hadn't even

what kind of father doesn't know his child is dead?" I demanded, anger

kind of Alpha abandons his

remained silent, his eyes downcast. His loyalty to

speaking ill of the Alpha, but his silence was

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will confront him here, at Lily's grave, where he cannot

(Matriarch Evelyn's POV)

gates, a wave of dizziness

alarmingly, colors blurring

Bernard's alarmed voice seemed to come

gave way beneath me, the emotional

before

medical den immediately!" Bernard ordered someone I couldn't

carefully lifted

face, so brave despite her pain,

him about pack leadership and

Gardens, Ethan knelt among

seemed to mock his

commanding an entire pack, trembled

heart was nothing compared to what Lily

he broke his promises

the room, searching for a photograph, any image

truly known. But there was nothing-no pictures, no

in his private

father am I?" he whispered

(Ethan's POV)

pieces of Lily's mug lay scattered across my palm, jagged edges cutting into my skin. I barely felt the pain, too consumed by the hollow ache in my

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