Chapter Sixty-Five

Kira

When I found out D'Angelo was still alive, a wave of relief and joy washed over me. Words couldn't express the intensity my emotions. My heart burst into a fever of excitement, pounding against my chest like a drum.

Before Zina came, I had already begun grieving D'Angelo's loss, drowning in deep, painful sorrow. My mom tried to cheer me up, reminding me that the announcement was unofficial. But something felt off, judging by the expressions on the warriors' faces when they emerged from the van.

Excitement quickly replaced all my sadness after learning of Zina's news. I could breathe again, feeling the lightness in my chest.

My mate survived!

Zina was driving us to the clinic. We drove out of the estate and into the commercial part of town. Soldiers were returning home, and families were reuniting, making the pack rowdy.

I noticed that Zina was holding herself rigidly, as if someone had cut open a recently healed wound in her heart. Her lips were pinched tight, her usually lively