Chapter 128

Viona's POV

Light pack hall

The rain had not stopped since dawn, and I could not help but think the heavens themselves mourned Alpha Morgan's death. The entire estate felt heavy, the soil damp, the halls thick with grief. Candles flickered on the long oak tables, their light struggling against the suffocating silence. Every whisper, every breath, was swallowed by the emptiness his absence left behind.

My eyes found Mirage standing at the edge of the room. The shadows carved ...