< Chapter 245
Chapter 245
After Lucian left, I stood there, chest heaving.
His apology, or rather, his attempt at an apology, had been a fresh stab to Aurora’s heart.
A heavy weight pressed on my chest, stealing my breath.
I clutched my chest, knowing something was wrong. Leaning on the sofa, I struggled to stand, trembling as I reached for my medicine
My wolf cried out in pain; I was running out of strength.
I unscrewed the bottle, but my palm was empty. The myrrh was gone.
The bottle fell from my hand. I sank to the floor, weak. My wolf howled in silent agony.
Guilt consumed me. I regretted shielding Aurora from the truth – that her father didn’t love her, that I’d done everything in his stead
If I hadn’t made up the lie that Lucian loved her, Aurora wouldn’t have expected too much from him, wouldn’t have suffered so deeply
It was my fault. I’d failed her, as a mother, allowing her pain before her death, and failing to bring her justice after. Could she even rest in peace? My wolf mourned for her lost cub.
Tears streamed down my face, unending. I got up, dazed, and left.
Forty minutes later, I stopped at the cemetery. This wasn’t my first nighttime visit since Aurora’s burial. I often came here when I couldn’t fall asleep at night, seeking solace.
I got out, carrying Aurora’s favorite fruits and bread, a bouquet of flowers in my other hand.
The Pack’s Rest was dim and quiet. Most would find it frightening, but I felt no fear.
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