Chapter 99

Alexander's POV I stood on the balcony of the Blackwood Pack house, staring unseeingly at the sunset bleeding across the sky. It had been three weeks since Summer went over that cliff. Three weeks of searching, hoping, and slowly losing what little faith I had left. We'd rescued Lyra and Thea from Lucien Cross's stronghold in the Carpathians. The mission was a success on paper, but it meant nothing without Summer. My sister and niece were safe, recovering under the protection of the pack—but the so-called "victory" felt hollow. The fallout had been brutal. The European Council of Alphas refused to sanction Lucien. They claimed there wasn't enough evidence. And without more than Alpha Foster's word—a convicted criminal's testimony—I had nothing solid to bring Lucien to justice. A soft knock broke through my thoughts. "Alpha…" Ethan's voice came from the doorway, hesitant and heavy with dread. He only ever sounded like that when it was bad. When it was final. I didn't turn. I already kne