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The Alpha Bond 97 Chapter Ninety Seven The morning sun rose over the ruins of our pack, casting long golden rays over the destruction. Smoke still curled lazily from the charred remains of homes, and the scent of burnt wood and death lingered in the air. The once- thriving town was now a skeleton of its former self.

But despite the devastation, hope had arrived.) I stood at the edge of the wreckage, watching as people moved about setting up temporary shelters. The Umbral Society sent a group of witches that had cat dawn with supplies-food, blankets, medicine, and tents.

Another neighboring town had sent supplies and wolves to assist. They worked together, erecting makeshift homes for those who had lost everything. The air was thick with grief.

I inhaled deeply, trying to ground myself, but the weight in my chest remained.

I knew where I had to go.

Turning, I made my way toward the section of the woods where our cabin once stood. I wanted down the familiar scorched path, the trees now stood burn and black like skeleton fingers reaching for the sky. The once beautiful forest was gone.

Or what was left of it? The cabin Mariah and I had shared was gone. Completely. Burnt to the ground, reduced to blackened wood and smoldering embers. I stood frozen, my throat tightening as I took it all in.

It wasn't just a house-it was the only place that had ever felt like home.

I stepped forward cautiously, my boots crunching against the charred debris. I knelt, running my fingers through the ashes, searching-desperate for anything that might have survived.

But there were nothing. No remnants of our books. No old photographs. Not even the tiny wolf figurine Mariah had once given her when I was a child, promising that she would always protectand that we would always be together.

All gone.

A sharp pain lanced through my chest. Mariah. She was already gone but now it felt as if the last traces of her had been erased from existence.

I clenched my fists. I had taken sof Mariah's things withwhen I left the pack before the training in the uncharted realm. That was all I had left now.

I exhaled slowly, trying to push back the ache, I couldn't break down Not here. Not now.

There were still people who needed me, most importantly there was someone who needed me, Elijah. Straightening, I turned back toward the camp.

The large central tent was packed with supplies and wounded survivors, but I barely noticed as my gaze landed on Elijah.

He sat in the farthest corner, his back against the tent wall, his expression vacant.

His usually sharp, confident presence was gone. Instead, he looked lost.

My heart clenched. I had never seen him like this. Even in battle, even in the face of impossible odds, Elijah was always a fighter. But now... he looked like a man who had lost everything.

Chapter Ninety Seven Without hesitation, I walked toward him.

I knelt in front of him, searching his face.

*Elijah," I whispered.

His eyes lifted to mine, dull and haunted.

For a long moment, he didn't move. Then, with a shaky breath, he reached for me, and I pulled him into my arms.

The moment I felt his warmth, his body trembled. And then-he broke.

Elijah sobbed into my shoulder, his powerful frshaking violently I held him tighter.

The other people in the tent quietly stepped out, giving us space.

I didn't try to tell him it was going to be okay-because it wasn't. Nothing could fix what had been done. So I did the only thing I could. I held him.

I let him grieve, let him release the agony he had been holding in.

His sobs were raw, filled with loss, guilt, and rage.

knew that feeling too well.

After a long time, Elijah's breathing slowed, but he didn't pull away. His head rested against my shoulder, his arms wrapped aroundas if letting go would shatter him completely.

I gently ran my fingers through his hair.

"I can't tell you it will be okay," I whispered, my voice soft but steady. "Because it won't. You don't get over losing someone you love." Elijah's fingers curled into my shirt, his grip tightening.

"When I lost Mariah," I continued, "I thought my world had ended. I didn't know how to breathe without her. I hated waking up every day knowing she was gone." Elijah's breath hitched, but he didn't say anything.

I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me.

"But I learned something," I said. "You don't move on. You don't forget. You learn how to live with the pain. And you don't have to do it alone." Tears slipped silently down Elijah's cheeks. I wiped them away gently with my thumb.

"You helpedlive with it," I whispered. "And now, I'll help you." I paused, glancing behind me.

"We all will," I assured him.

Elijah followed my gaze to where Isaiah, Alex, and Austin stood a few feet away. They weren't hovering. They weren't sovin- anything. But they were there. Chapter Ninety Seven

Unwavering. Unshaken. Ready to O stand by his side and comfort him. knew they wouldn't leave him alone they've known each other since they were in diapers they were sworn brothers. They were there forwhen Mariah died even when I tried to push them away so I was also going to do the sfor him, I'll share his grief with him as he did mine.

Elijah exhaled shakily. His grip loosened slightly, but he didn't let go ofentirely.

"...I don't know how to do this," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

I pressed my forehead against his, my voice gentle but firm.

"You don't have to do it alone." Our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. It wasn't rushed. It wasn't desperate. It was a understanding.

promise. A vow of support, devotion, and

When we pulled away, Elijah exhaled, his tense body finally relaxing, his m body still heavy with grief-but he looked somewhat better, I finally saw the emotion in his eyes, and that was enough-for now. Chapter Comments LIKE POST COMMENT NOW