AUTHOR POINT OF VIEW

Zuko sat in his office, elbows on the desk, fingers tangled in his hair. The room felt too small, the walls pressing in on him. He knew Viktorwas waiting. He knew the pack, and Kayla needed him. But none of that mattered right now.

His mother was alive.

That single truth kept replaying in his head, loud and relentless.

For more than twenty years, he had believed she was gone. Weak. A disgrace. Words his father had fed him until they became part of his bones. Now he knew ...