"Alpha."

"F-flo?"

"It's me, Alpha."

The eerieness of her surrounding becomes softer and more tranquil upon the emergence of the one she longs for. Her heart warming up in a new found sense of comfort as her eyes rake over the being standing before her.

"Baby..." A sob tears out of her. "Why did you leave me?" The crack in her voice is enough to create a havoc within the soul reaching out to her.

The young Omega's eyes well up with tears, unable to bear the look of distraught on his Alpha's face.

"I- you were in danger. I needed to keep you safe."

"How could you imagine that I'd be able to live without you."

He remains silent, tears rolling down his face and eyes looking hollow and full of longing.

Feather's heart twists from the pain that navigates throughout her whole being.

"I'm sorry." She breaks the silence.

Florian looks up.

Feather's body weakens as she crashes on her knees, hands pressing there and head ducked down as her shoulders shake.

"I'm s-sorry I didn't believe you. I-if I did, you - you would've been alive."

As the words sputter out of her, the atmosphere around them suddenly changes from a dark night to a sunny morning and Feather realizes they are at the clearing near the lake, their peace spot.

The sounds of birds chirping, small waves rippling along the lake, leaves rustling spread a peaceful rhythm to the mates' burning hearts.

Florian's footsteps near the broken Alpha and he follows her posture, bringing his hands up to cup her face so their eyes meet.

A soft smile graces his angelic face as he wipes away her tears with his thumbs.

"It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. It hurts me to see you hate yourself. It was our destiny. Bound to happen. You have to accept that to move on."

Feather grips on his wrists tightly, shaking her head and scooting closer to him.

"I won't move on. I'll get you back. The- there's a way."

Florian's soft features morph into a frown and before Feather could get a reply from him, his visual starts to dissipate.

"Flo?"

"A- A-"

"Florian!"

But the presence is already long gone, leaving a devastated Alpha screaming her heart out behind.

Feather jolts awake on the bed, panting and heaving for breath. Her hand desperately slaps around the nightstand till she gets the light on.

Leaning against the headboard, she closes her eyes and takes deep breaths then re-opens them, adjusting her heart to a steady pattern.

Another dream containing an image of her mate. Another dream equal to a nightmare because the pain of not actually having him here doubles whenever she wakes up from them.

Then she remembers how Florian's face had changed in her dream upon hearing about getting him back.

Is it even possible? To bring a dead person back? Will it be the same as being alive?

That woman's words had been ringing in her head like a broken record for the past week and she still hasn't come to any conclusion. She hasn't even shared this with anyone yet.

Feather awaits a signal. Something to let her know it'll be okay, it'll work.

It does seem weird that she's hesitating about bringing her mate back from dead, but nothing like this has ever happened in the history of werewolves.

Feather has scoured all the books in every possibly library, internet and whatnot. There's no record as such.

What if this experiment hurts her Omega's soul? Or angers the Moon Goddess?

She can't do that to him. Not when it was her that got him killed in the first place.

Oh how she wishes to rewind time to gl back, and stop the fight before it got out of her hands.

But her ego and pride were up on a higher level that day, and Florian paid the price.

She won't ever be able to forgive herself. Florian's pleas to not fight still echo in the darkness of her lonely nights, haunting her to the bones, and she breaks all over again.

Only if she could actually have him close, touch him and feel him, even for one last time.

She'd give anything to have one more moment with Florian.

Determination splashes across her eyes as Feather gets out of the bed and hurries off to get her night robe on, before leaving her room and striding straight to the infirmary where the woman still is resting.

An Alpha's attack isn't something someone so easily recovers from.

She bursts inside the room and the sound causes the lady to awaken, eyes widening at the sight of her Alpha in night robe with messy locks.

"Alpha." She briefly bows.

"How do we start?"

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Menacing growls could be heard when Feather hears the first step of the ritual.

"Don't you dare!" She screams.

Juliene grips her hand tight, trying to stop her from lashing out at the woman, named Myra, again.

"You wanted to try everything possible, didn't you? If that's what it takes, let's not leave any stone unturned."

Low rumbles bubble in her chest but she stays quiet afterwards. "I can't see it." She stomps out of the meeting room.

Feather busies herself in the paperwork left on her desk. It's been so long since she has drowned herself in any sort of work, as she had always been spacing out in her room.

A lot of other packs have asked for alliance and help, some offers and proposals for new projects, there's a lot of impending work.

No matter how much she tries to focus on the work at hand, her mind drifts off to the group now possibly starting the ritual that could bring the one thing back, the one thing that can give her life.

She doesn't want to hope too much but the wolf residing within her can't help but be curious whether it'd work or not. And her wolf begs and prays to the Goddess for it to work.

To give her mate back.

An hour later when she's finally done over-viewing a few papers, the door to her office slings open and Sam appears, huffing and looking like he's seen a ghost.

Alerted, Feather stands up from her chair, heart racing as she feels her Gamma's turmoil through the pack link.

"What happened?"

Sam pushes himself off from the support on his knees, pale and sweaty as he swallows hard.

"Th-there's nothing."

Feather's brows furrow, eyes threatning to shift colors as her wolf becomes edgy.

"Where? What do you mean?"

Sam swallows again, hands shaking.

"The A-Aleph's grave. It's empty."

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