That day, I lost my son forever.
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Aiden was acknowledged as the Alpha's son and soon-to-be Alpha of the Darkwood Pack. His coming-of-age ritual was highly anticipated, a momentous event for our entire pack. Yet, tragedy struck just before it.
I remember the evening vividly. Rylan had called Aiden and me to his study. His expression was serious, a crease forming between his brows. "Alara, Aiden," he began, his voice steady but somber, "I need to visit the Shadow Pack."
I blinked in surprise. "The Shadow Pack? Now? But Alpha, Aiden's ritual is tomorrow."
Aiden, sitting beside me, looked equally stunned. "Dad, you promised you'd be there," he said, his voice a mix of hurt and confusion. "It's an important day."
However, Rylan only sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, Aiden. But Serena's previous pack has requested our presence urgently. I'll be taking Jaxon, some of our warriors, and elders as a sign of respect."
Despite our sadness, Aiden and I did our best to console each other. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, but he tried to be strong. “It’s okay, Mom,” he said, forcing a small smile. Yet, I knew that he was not fine with it.