After the revelations at the coronation, Ravyn was never the same again. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and Seraphine had served it so perfectly that the taste of it still sat bitter on his tongue every time he breathed.
Most of the Alphas cleared out as soon as they finished dealing with the snow, leaving only the ones who’d been hurt bad enough to stay in the hospital.
The pack house sat quiet even with a handful of guests still hanging around, mostly relatives of those hospitalized, and that quiet only made the emptiness inside Ravyn feel heavier, like the walls themselves were pressing in on him.
The pack house that had once felt like home had turned into nothing more than empty space as he wandered through it, passing the remaining guests like they didn’t even exist.
Written all over his face was the deep exhaustion, the regret that sat heavy in his eyes, the broken pieces of a man who’d finally been forced to look straight at everything he’d done and all the ways he’d screwed up.
Ravyn’s whole world had crashed so hard because he’d refused to see the signs that had been right there in front of him the entire time. Bryan was gone, and so was Damon, the guy who used to be everywhere you turned.
Damon had been dedicated just like Corvine, always on top of things, always reliable, and Ravyn hadn’t suspected for even a second that the man had been working for Seraphine behind his back.
Just the thought of Seraphine sent transparent tears slipping down his cheeks before he could stop them. If only he’d listened to his parents when they tried to warn him.
Six different times she’d refused to sign those divorce papers, so who would have ever guessed she would finally put her name on them the seventh time?
He could still remember how broken she’d been when he revealed that Bryan wasn’t her son. That brokenness mirrored his own pain.
Now those memories felt like sharp knives being dragged slowly across his chest, cutting deeper the longer he let them play out in his head.
Ravyn regretted all of it down to his bones. If only he had shown even the slightest bit of real care when it still mattered.
Remembering how he had completely neglected his wife in the hospital for months straight while parading Daisy around the pack like some kind of prize, he had to admit that Seraphine’s actions were justified from every angle.
She had every reason to hate him, every reason to walk away without looking back, every reason to never give him another chance. And yet accepting that reality still hurt more than he wanted to admit, the pain sitting heavy and constant in the middle of his chest.
That didn’t mean he was going to give up on her, though. He didn’t even mind the idea of having to share her with Voren if that was the only way. All he wanted was a little piece of Seraphine left in his life somehow, even if it was only a memory he could hold onto late at night.
Settling onto the floor in the room that had once belonged to Bryan, he pulled out his phone and dialed his father’s number with fingers that wouldn’t quite stop shaking.
"Ravyn, I’m busy."
Those three words struck harder than he expected, landing like a slap he hadn’t braced for. He could have argued, but not now.
After all, he had never given his parents the respect they deserved when it counted, so why would they listen to him now when he was the one falling apart?
He lowered the phone slowly and let the full weight of regret wash over him, the feeling so strong it nearly knocked the air out of his lungs, before a knock sounded on the door. "Come in."
His voice came out hoarse and rough, barely recognizable even to himself. The door pushed open and Gray and Riven stepped inside, both of them stopping short when they got a good look at him.

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