|Kairos|
I found him.
I had searched everywhere—his room, the halls of the mansion, even the training grounds—but I hadn’t expected to find him here. Not in the place where our loved ones lay in eternal silence.
What the hell is he doing here?
My brows knitted together as I strode toward him, the dry leaves crunching under my boots. I had spent over an hour looking for him, questioning my pack members, but most had no idea where he had gone. Then, finally, one of my warriors mentioned seeing him heading toward the graveyard earlier that morning.
It was an odd place for him to be.
My father was never the sentimental type. He didn’t dwell on the past, didn’t waste time mourning the dead. At least, that’s what I had always believed. Yet here he was—standing motionless before a graveston
