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I gasped. He turned to me, his gaze icy, “Why? You think I can’t
do it?”
I hesitated and decided to give him the truth, “Well.no. I can tell
you hate him. But you don’t strike me as that kind of people.”
I’d known Matthew for years, and he’d always seemed like
someone who preferred words to actions.
He smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe not. But it
was my choice to make. My closure to find. Asher robbed me of
that.”
I didn’t know how to respond. Part of me wanted to argue, to
tell him that Asher had done what he had to, but I could see
there was no reasoning with Matthew when it came to this. So I
changed the subject. “So what’s your plan now?”
Matthew shrugged, his indifference returning. “I came back
because I wanted to see for myself if Asher is truly the one to
bear the weight of this responsibility. From what I’ve seen, I’m
not convinced”
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I frowned, his words striking a nerve. “You don’t think he’s
capable of leading?”
“I heard the things about Isaac and those crazy magic shits. At
least I’m not comfortable with leaving this kingdom’s future to
Asher’s hand.”
I glared at him. He’s such a cocky asshole who’s all about the
barks and no bite. No wonder I hated him the first time I saw
him.
But arguing with him did me no good. And he’s the only person
close to family that Asher had got left in this world. Maybe I
should do something.
“If you think that, then why not help him? You’re his cousin,
Matthew. You could be there for him, support him. Isaac has
already hurt him enough. Maybe you could be the one to make
things better!”
Matthew raised an eyebrow, and he turned away with a snort.
“I’m not his cousin,” he said quietly. “My father killed his father.
Every time Asher looks at me, all he sees is the past, the pain.
I’m a reminder of everything he’s lost. And the same goes for
me.”
He stood, brushing off his clothes.
“Let it go, Violet. Some things just can’t be fixed.”
Before I could respond, he walked away, leaving me alone in
the garden. I watched him leave, his words echoing in my mind.
He knew Asher better than I’d realized. It’s a shame how things
ended between them.
I sank onto the bench he’d left, staring at the flowers swaying
gently in the breeze. My thoughts drifted to everything that
had happened recently: our foster mother’s death, Kylie’s
betrayal, Michael’s disappearance. It felt like the weight of the
world was pressing down on us, and there was no escape.
Jayden was handling the funeral on his own now. Philip and I
couldn’t attend, and Kylie couldn’t return to the Silver Moon
Pack. It was all on Jayden’s shoulders, and I hated the thought
of him being alone in this.
“Hey Violet!”
I turned and found Philip walking close with a concerned
expression.
“I heard you skipped the meeting. Figured you’d be out here,” he said, sitting beside me. “What’s wrong? What did those Alphas
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say?”
I shook my head, forcing a smile, “Nothing. I was just. thinking.
About everything. About Jayden. About the funeral. He’s doing
this all alone. I feel guilty!”
Philip sighed, leaning back against the bench. “Same here. But
we’re all doing what we can, Violet. Jayden knows that!‘
“I know. I just couldn’t help it.the death, the loss. It’s hard not to
feel. defeated.”
Philip looked at me, his expression gentle. “It’ll get better. Once
this war is over, once Isaac is gone. things will be okay again.”
But I couldn’t shake the unease growing in my chest.
I wished things could be that easy.
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The decision was made. Tonight, we would attack.
There was no room for hesitation, no time for second–guessing.
Isaac had pushed us too far, and now it was time to push back.
I went to find Philip as the others dispersed to prepare. He was
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in the garden, with Violet by his side. I could tell that Violet was
stressed. I could see it in the way his shoulders slumped, the
way her fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on the edge of
her chair.
I knew they were both still thinking about their foster mother’s
funeral and about Jayden, especially her. That’s why I had
decided not to bring Violet to the battlefield. She was too
distracted. And I didn’t want her to face all the blood and loss of
lives.
“Philip,” I mind linked him. “Come meet me at the front door.
Don’t tell Violet you’re leaving.”
He showed up at the front door later, looking confused. “You
are not going to say goodbye to Violet? She’d be furious.”
