Chapter 119

• Third Person’s POV
• Grandfather Carden had been silent since waking, his frail body propped against the pillows, his breathing shallow but steady. Elias and Serena hovered at his side, speaking in turns, weaving their tales of worry and loyalty.
• Perhaps it was their voices—or perhaps it was the faint scent of lies in the air—that finally stirred the old Alpha. His gaze shifted, slow but sharp, settling on Serena’s bruised face. When he spoke, his tone was hoarse from weakness, yet it carried the weight of a wolf who had once commanded armies.