Zarah’s pov
Life wasn’t just as I had expected but I kept pushing and though it had been years after I and Damon parted ways I could swear that most tis I kept thinking about him even though I didn’t want to, even though I really wanted to push the thoughts out of my mind
I have got bills to pay and our son, London and he was one of the things that really kept going.
I had promised myself to be the best parent ever for him and not let him feel the impact of having a father figure in his life.
The hum of voices raising and falling and the occasional clatter of dishes filled the air as I wiped down the counter.
My new job wasn’t glamorous, but it kept busy, and for now, that was enough did I say that the pay was way higher than the previous one
The scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the faint aroma of leftovers drifted into my nose, but I slightly noticed it
My mind was miles away — floating nearly between here and distraction.
The café’s TV was mounted on the wall, playing the evening news. I wasn’t paying important attention until I heard a familiar na and my heart missed a beat.
" The Alpha Pack is set to host a grand gala this weekend, " the news anchor said, her voice smooth and professional. " The event will bring together the most important wolves in the region. "
I blinked, this was new and my grip tensed on the cloth in my hand.
The Moon Pack.
I forced myself to keep rembering the counter, pretending I didn’t care. Pretending it didn’t bother that I wasn’t invited. It was years ago and I made sure I cut off every tie I had with them.
But deep down, a part of soaked at the mories as I tried to push it off.
Not that I wanted to be there. It wasn’t my place. The gala was for the elite — those with influence, status, and power. I had none of those at all. I was just a young woman trying to survive, trying to forget the past that clung to like a shadow.
Still, the fact that I wasn’t invited only
made know that I was nothing to them, they had bullied back then and I felt bad about it.
Good.
I exhaled, pushing away the bitter thoughts. It didn’t matter. None of it did.
Sliding the cloth into my apron pocket, I moved toward the back of the café, where many of my colleagues stood in a small huddle, their voices low but critical. The energy around them felt different — like they were hiding sothing important.
Curiosity pulled in.
" Heard he’s sick, " one of them said.
" Yeah, but no one ’s saying exactly what’s wrong, " another replied. " It’s serious, however. "
A strange feeling coiled in my stomach.
I stepped closer without aning to, my heart picking up. " Who? "
The group turned to , startled. A girl with short golden hair blinked. " Oh, just so Alpha. "
My chest tightened making it difficult for to breathe tensed. " Which Alpha? "
She didn’t want to tell , it was gossip, I was new and wasn’t part of it then she smiled.
" No one knows for sure, but the rumors are spreading so fast. They say he hasn’t been seen in days. "
I swallowed hard and my mouth felt so dry and heavy.
It wasn’t Damon. It couldn’t be. The pack I had heard them ntion sounded so familiar.
But the thought had already buried itself in my mind, sinking its claws deep.
I told myself I had no right to worry about him. No right to feel this unforeseen fear pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe.
And yet, I couldn’t stop the fear creeping into my mind and dragging deeper into sothing I couldn’t tell what it was.
" Do they know what’s wrong? " I asked, trying to keep my voice low and steady.
" No, not at all, " one of the guys sighed. " So are saying it’s poison Others suppose he got attacked. Either way, if an Alpha is out of commission, it’s a big deal. "
Poison. Attack?.
The possibilities made my blood run cold.
My chest tightened and as I tried to tell myself it wasn’t true that it was just ordinary gossip and that Damon was fine.
There were dozens of Alpha in the region. It could be anyone.
But deep down, a pang of dread told else.
If it was Damon —
No.
I turned down, suddenly feeling suffocated. I ssed air. I needed space.
The café’s back door was just a walk down the corridors. Without thinking, I pushed through it, stepping outdoors into the cool night air.
Why did I watch them talking?
I tensed and my mind was a jumble, I hated the way my body betrayed . Hated that no matter how important I told myself I had moved on, my heart refused to listen.
Damon wasn’t mine to worry about.
And yet, here I was — standing in the cold feeling of what I had heard, my heart racing, mind spinning with worst-case scenarios.
I inhaled in a deep breath, trying to think logically.
Still, why hasn’t there been any real? News concerning this.
If the Alpha of Moon Pack — one of the most strongest and admired leaders was sick or injured, the entire werewolf community would be talking about it, If it was him.
Unless they were keeping it a secret.
Unless it was worse than anyone knew.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
I bit my lower lip, my hands entwining into fists at my sides.
I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t let myself think about it.
But I also knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore it.
I had to find out the way.
Even if it ant continuing wounds I’d tried so hard to close
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