John arrived at the Silvares' house with tension still written all over his face. The Beta hadn't rested since the Alpha fainted, and even though he was tired, he knew he had to confront Luara. Duty drove him forward, but his heart hesitated.

The house was silent, the familiar smell of flowers and wood burning in the fireplace bringing an uncomfortable nostalgia. He knocked on the door twice, and Luara herself opened it.

She wore a simple dress, her hair down, her gaze too calm ...