The request carried years of regret. Before Seraphine could answer, determination returned to his face. He slowly straightened in his chair.
"And no." His gaze hardened as it landed on Olivia. "I'm not going anywhere." His voice grew firmer with every word. "That woman is going to tell me exactly what happened to my wife."
His jaw tightened. "If she really died…" Pain and anger mixed in his eyes. "Then I want to know how she was buried."
Seraphine rubbed her temple as another heavy wave of exhaustion settled deep over her.
The emotional storm unfolding all around her was starting to trigger a pounding headache. She drew in a slow breath before looking at Vladimir. "Alpha—"
"I told you to call me Dad." His voice was not angry this time. It carried something far heavier, regret mixed with a quiet, desperate hope.
His eyes stayed fixed on her, almost pleading for even the smallest chance to fix what had been broken between them for these few days she visited the pack.
