Chapter 50 Letters from Alice

(Elias)

When Caden asked to go home yesterday, I didn’t think too much about it. As the Alpha, he is needed there. But to my surprise, Naomi asked if she could go with him out of the blue.

I suspected she was trying to run, but she suddenly mind-linked me.

“I’m not running, Elias. I just want to be useful,” her voice echoed in my mind, carrying a sincerity I couldn’t ignore.

I consented to it reluctantly. The pack house feels empty without familiar faces. Seraphina is uncharacteristically cold, her usually warm demeanor replaced by a frosty distance. Xander is cold, his icy demeanor a constant cloud.

I found myself drawn to my father’s study, a place I had avoided for so long. The room was full of history, a history I preferred to ignore.

The scent of old books and leather filled the air. I closed the door behind me, the sound echoing in the silence. I stood there for a moment, letting the memories wash over me.

“Father,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice barely aud