FOUR MONTHS LATER!!!
The cave was quiet. Cold and still.
Lennox stood at the entrance, his chest tight as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Levi and Louis were beside him, silent for once. No anger. No tension. Just… something heavy.
"This is it," Levi said quietly.
Together, they stepped inside.
At the center of the cave, covered with worn cloth and surrounded by stone, lay the decayed body of their true father—King Damon.
For a moment, none of them moved.
Lennox's throat tightened.
"That monster kept him here…" he said softly, his voice breaking. Louis's heart broke. "We're taking him home."
Carefully—gently—they lifted him. Not as warriors. Not as Alphas. But as sons.
The journey back to the mansion was silent. The three brothers carried the white casket themselves, refusing help from the guards.
The funeral was held the next day.
