With Angelo gone, the room was quiet, save for the sniffles by the ever so jovial beta. He was different, in a state where even he hadn't expected himself to be.
Life sure was full of surprises.
He was holding onto his brother like he didn't want to let go. He could already feel that he was utterly alone and nothing would make this better, not even killing their mother.
He didn't want anyone around him, not even his mate, and Darius had gotten the memo so angrily; he also snapped and went out the window, following his best friend into the forest to clear his head too.
Hera dismissed the medical team and thanked them, as usual, something she had gotten used to.
She had truly changed.
Gaviria sent the warlocks to the royal library to look for anything that could explain what had just happened. Somehow he believed that there was a way around this. He refused to let his beta give up just like this.
