Chapter 129 The True Story Of Kimberly's Birth

• Levi stood beside her, his eyes weary and somber, despite the shade cast by his face cap. His gaze was fixed intently on the engraved name on the stone before them, his expression a mask of quiet contemplation. A bouquet of flowers rested in his left hand, its delicate petals a stark contrast to the brutal violence she knew him capable of.
• Yet, as Kimberly stood beside him, she felt a surprising absence of fear and hatred. The memories of the massacre he had unleashed on her pack were still vivid, still seared into her mind like a branding iron. But in this moment, her curiosity and need for answers eclipsed her anger and her fear, leaving her with a sense of detached fascination.
• She watched him, waiting for him to speak, to reveal some hidden truth or motivation that would explain the enigma that was Levi. “Who is she?” She finally asked, darting her eyes back to the gravestone.