Kyra's POV
"Kyra—"
"Let's talk some other time, Nathan. I still need to talk to Luke's siblings." I cut him off as I ran into him while walking toward the morgue.
Emily had called to inform me that Luke's siblings had been notified about what happened. I was on my way to meet them, my heart heavy with the burden of facing a family torn apart because of secrets tied to me.
"Kyra, I can't let another day pass without you hearing my explanations—"
I turned to face him, and he stopped walking. His familiar minty scent intensified. I could feel Sylvia stirring restlessly within me, wanting to be close to Alaric, yet holding back just as I was.
"I need time, Nathan. I already have so many problems."
He stared at my face with pain visible in his eyes, the Alpha's usual confidence crumbling before me.
