Chapter 159
My knees hit the cold earth hard, but I didn’t feel it. All I could feel was the shaking in my hands, the
icy dread in my stomach.
Kyle.
He laud there, still and silent. I leaned over him, my vision blurry with tears that wouldn’t fall. My
fingers reached for his neck, pressing against the skin trembling. No pulse. Nothing.
“No,” I whispered, a raw, broken sound. “No, no, no.”
It was over. I did it. I stopped him. But looking at his blank, peaceful face, my heart shattered into a
million pieces. He was my brother. My blood. His whole life was just… hate.
A quest for revenge that consumed him, ate away everything good until there was nothing left but a shell. He never got to know peace. Never got to enjoy a day, just live and be happy. And I was the one who ended it. The realisation ripped through me, a pain sharper than any claw. He never had a
chance. And now, he never would.
I knelt there for what felt like an eternity, tears finally spilling down my face. My brother. Gone.
Then I felt movement behind me and I slowly lifted my head, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. Kyle’s wolves. The ones who followed him here, stood watching me.
Slowly, one by one, they began to sink. Not falling, but lowering themselves with a strange respect. Their powerful bodies bent, their heads bowed low, until they were all kneeling on the ground in front of me. Their eyes were fixed on me, and then, a low rumble came from them, a sound both deep and soft.
“Alpha,” they said, almost in unison. “Our Alpha.”
My jaw dropped. My heart pounded. Alpha? Me? I turned to Liam, who stood a little apart. My eyes
pleaded for an explanation.
“Liam? What… what are they doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He stepped closer, his gaze kind. “It’s the way it works Luna. When an Alpha is beaten, the one who bests him becomes the new leader. You fought Kyle. You defeated him. You are their Alpha now.”
I stared at him, then back at the kneeling wolves. Me? An Alpha? It felt like a dream, a bad one, a crazy one. How could I lead them?
But I pushed the thought away. There was something more important, something urgent. Kyle. He
needed to be buried.
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“Later,” I said, my voice shaky but firm. “We can talk about this later. Right now, we need to bury Kyle.”
I looked around at the broken, scarred land. The grounds of the fallen pack. This was Kyle’s home, in a way. This was where his ancestors laid. And he died fighting for this place, fighting for the memory of what was lost. I knew I couldn’t take him back with me. Kyle killed Sanders.
The pack, they wouldn’t want Kyle’s body anywhere near them. And I understood that.
“Here,” I finally decided, looking at Liam. “He fought for these lands, for his people’s memory. He should be buried here. Near his family, his forefathers.”
With Liam’s help, and even the silent, new wolves‘, we dug a grave. I placed him gently into the earth, smoothing his hair one last time. I knelt beside the fresh grave, the earth still soft.
“Goodbye, little brother,” I whispered, my voice thick with unshed tears. “I wish… I wish things had
been different. I wish you had found peace in life. Maybe in another life, if that is possible… I want
to be born your sister again. And this time, we’ll make it right. We’ll find peace together.”
I paid my respects, then stood up, feeling a strange mix of emptiness and resolve. It was done.
The journey back home was quiet. The remaining wolves followed us, a silent, watchful shadow in
the night. It felt strange, like the world had shifted on its axis, and I was still trying to find my
balance.
We arrived home in the deep middle of the night. But Astor was still awake, waiting for me. The
moment I saw him, my shoulders dropped, all the tension and pain of the day rushing out of me.
He was there. He was safe.
He rushed to me, pulling me into a fierce hug. His arms felt like the strongest, safest place in the
world. He kissed my hair, my forehead, my lips, again and again. “You’re back. You’re safe,” he
murmured into my neck, his voice rough with relief.
“I’m home,” I whispered back, clinging to him.
The first thing I did once we were inside was head straight for the shower. I needed to wash away
the dirt, the blood ans the memories.
Afterwards, wrapped in a thick towel, I went to check on Marco and Isabella. They were sleeping soundly in their beds, my little angels. Astor came in behind me, wrapping his arms around my
waist.
“How were they?” I asked softly, my heart aching with guilt for leaving them. “When they woke and I wasn’t here?”
He sighed, resting his chin on my shoulder. “They threw tantrums, Faith. Oh, they were so upset.
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Cried for you. But I told them you were coming back. I told them mommy was okay, and she was strong, and she’d be home soon.”
I kissed Marco’s forehead, then Isabella’s. They smelled sweet and innocent. “Oh, my babies,” I whispered, tears pricking my eyes again. “Mommy got rid of the monster. He won’t hurt us anymore. Mommy’s here. Forever.”
I turned to Astor, and we walked into the living room, sitting close on the couch. The house was
quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the night.
“What happened?” Astor asked, his voice low, his eyes searching mine..
I took a deep breath. “Kyle is gone, Astor. Forever. He will no longer be a problem in our lives.”
A visible wave of relief washed over his face. His shoulders relaxed. He closed his eyes for a
moment, then opened them again. “Good,” he said, the word coming out with a quiet force. “You did good, Faith. But… I wish I could have done it. Taken revenge for my father.” His voice held a hint
of sadness, of unfulfilled vengeance.
I shook my head, reaching for his hand and lacing my fingers through his. “No, Astor. If you had
been the one to do it… if you had taken his life… I don’t know if I ever could have forgiven you. Or
myself. It was better this way. Quick. He didn’t suffer.”
He looked at me, a long, thoughtful look. He knew I was right, even if it was hard to accept. He
gave a reluctant nod. “You’re right. Maybe. Okay.” He squeezed my hand. “Atleast everything is
okay now?”
I looked into his eyes, a heavy truth settling in my chest. “No, Astor,” I said, the words heavy and
real. “Not exactly. Because… I am the new Alpha now. Of his wolves.”
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