Kael’s POV
Eventually, Alice stepped in and took Eira away—though not before confronting Sophia for blowing the incident out of proportion. No one scolded either of them. The truth remained unknown, and with ti, the matter was quietly buried. We all assud it was just a misunderstanding.
But now, even after six years—despite claiming her mories were still hazy—Sophia recalled it with perfect clarity.
"We should’ve known back then what kind of person she was," I heard Sophia say softly as she traced the faint scar on her arm. "Instead of defending her, I should’ve told you the truth—that she tried to harm . If I had, her true nature would’ve co out sooner... before she could do worse."
I said nothing.
She turned to , her eyes sincere. "I’m sorry I didn’t warn you earlier. I was just being considerate of Alice’s feelings."
I gave a short hum, unwilling to say more.
"I’ll send you more books," I said, standing. "You can pass the ti reading."
She didn’t seem pleased that I was leaving, but she masked her disappointnt with a smile.
"Thank you. Co see again soon."
I nodded once, then left.
I headed straight to Liam’s office. The old man was poring over reports when I entered. Without looking up, he gestured toward the seat across from him. "Have a seat."
I sat in silence as he put the papers aside and finally t my gaze. "You’re here to ask about Sophia’s treatnt," he said knowingly.
I shook my head. "I want to know about her. What you talked to her about today."
He imdiately understood who I ant. "As you know, we need to do everything we can to bring her wolf out of hiding."
"How long?" I asked again, my tone firr.
"That depends entirely on how you treat her," Liam replied. "She’s not beyond redemption. She just needs ti... and a little thoughtful behavior from you and your mate brothers."
"We’ll follow your instructions," I assured him. Then I added, voice lowering with subtle warning, "I want Sophia recovered. At any cost."
Liam gave a short, knowing chuckle. "You really do love her, despite your cold exterior."
I didn’t correct him. There was no need to explain what my true intentions were—not yet.
It was becoming clear that we had overlooked far too much in the past. And now was the ti to dig it all up—and it will start with Sophia. But to do that, she needed to be fully healed. I wasn’t giving her the excuse of her dying condition as a shield anymore.
"I’ve already given the orders for special dication to be prepared for Eira," Liam said as he leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp as they studied . "Once we begin the treatnt, she’ll enter heat. I wonder if you are willing to take care of her heat phase, Alpha?"
My brows drew together slightly at his words. "We brought her to fuck. That won’t be an issue."
He shook his head slowly, disappointnt written across his features. "All I’m saying is this—when that ti cos, even in her heat, don’t treat her like so mindless animal. Show her so damn care. So kindness. Don’t break her again."
My gaze hardened. "You don’t need to tell what I should do with what’s mine."
He raised a brow. "Yours?"
"I’ve paid more than enough to buy her," I replied flatly.
"Well," he sighed, "I can’t exactly argue with that."
"In the evening, Jason and I are heading to et the council mbers. I want you there."
He nodded without hesitation. "I’ll do whatever is needed to protect... what’s yours, Alpha."
"You better," I said as I stood to leave.
He was a doctor—and his word carried weight. His support would justify why we hadn’t brought Eira before the council yet. It would buy us more ti until Eira is healed entirely.
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Eira’s POV
I was already overwheld when I saw Fluffy, but when I heard they have a cat as well, I couldn’t help but be curious.
I wasn’t sure why, but I’d always had a special attachnt to animals. I loved being around them, loved the idea of having them as pets. But my grandparents never allowed it.
But Fluffy wasn’t the only one I had. I had a kitten as well, but no one knew about her. She was my secret pet.
I still have the mories fresh from that day when I found her.
It was a quiet afternoon, and I was walking ho from school. Just before reaching my house, I heard a faint ow coming from the woods near the path.
My ho had always been a little isolated from the rest of the pack. A cozy, cottage-style house surrounded by a modest garden and a ring of trees. My grandparents liked their silence, their space.
That day, I couldn’t hold back my curiosity and went towards the trees to follow that sound, my steps slow and light as if to not scare the animal.
"Miao," I called softly.
To my surprise, a tiny ow echoed back.
Step by step, I traced the sound, and soon I found her—curled into herself in a bed of dried leaves and twigs under a tree.
So small. So fragile.
I picked her up gently. Her frail little body trembled in my arms, so I held her closer to my chest, trying to warm her with what little I had.
"Shh... little kitty, you’re safe now," I whispered, coaxing her softly.
I searched for her mother, but there was no trace. Maybe she’d been abandoned for being too weak. Or maybe sothing had happened to the mother. Either way, I couldn’t leave her there—not with a wound on her paw and the cold already settling in.
But I couldn’t take her into the house either.
So I made a space for her near the large boulder behind the cottage. It was covered with heavy stones and had crevices wide enough for her to nestle inside, safe and hidden.
Every day, I snuck out and brought her food—milk, soft bits of bread, warm scraps of cloth to build a bedding. I gave her everything I could without being found out.
Slowly, she started to get better. She began walking around. Playing a little. Curling up when I arrived. Not being able to co up with any na, I kept calling her kitty.
But we were together for barely a month or two.
Then... the incident happened, and I lost everything from my past.
Despite my own pain, and being the one who desperately needed soone to co for my rescue, once in a while I would wonder how kitty must be, and if there was soone to take care of her in my absence. I could only pray for her to be safe and grow healthy as I knew I was never going to see her ever again.
Now I saw this cat—Vixen—it reminded of her.
She looked just like her. Sa cream-colored coat. Sa bright blue eyes. Sa flat little face. Just grown up in size now. But more than anything... the sa tiny scar on her paw.
I rembered that scar. I had treated that wound myself the day I found her.
And my heart told it was her, but then, who would argue with that overly possessive and psychotic vampire?
As long as I could have her around, that was enough.
Vixen?
What kind of a na was that?
Wait—
It wasn’t the first ti I heard him say it. I recalled now.
He used to call that too—Vixen.
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