Gillian.
I had only just returned from the council hall when I saw her.
Freyah stood before an old painting, the portrait of Former Alpha King Jeremias… silent, unmoving, her gaze fixed upon it as though lost in thought too deep for words.
I was about to call out to her…
But then, I frowned.
Something was wrong.
That… was not my wife.
In a single breath, a memory surfaced, of a woman I had encountered long ago. A presence I had never forgotten. And now… I felt it again.
Standing before me.
Yet I did not reveal what I knew.
I concealed my suspicion, masking it beneath calm, as though nothing were amiss.
“My love… what brings you here?” I asked gently, careful not to let even the slightest shift betray my voice.
Slowly, she turned.
For a fleeting moment, she froze, as though ca
