“Alpha,” A young messenger came up to Zayn, voice barely above a whisper. “Lady Talia has arrived on the pack grounds. She’s at the infirmary.”
Zayn’s fingers froze around his glass.
Talia.
He hadn’t heard that name in years.
He set the glass down quietly and straightened. “Excuse me, Your Majesty. I have an important matter I must attend to.”
Alpha King Dace waved him off with a hearty laugh, already reaching for another drink. “Go on.”
Zayn gave a short bow and turned sharply on his heel, walking out before anyone could stop him.
His chest felt tight as he made his way to the infirmary. His steps were quick and heavy.
Talia.
The last time he’d seen her, she was barely a teenager, trailing after her sister with nervous smiles and wide, hopeful eyes, She was so eager to be part of their world, yet still clinging to the safety of childhood.
That was when her sister, his mate, was still alive.
A flash of memory hit him.
