Chapter 22: Why? 1(Flashback )
Alex’s breath was still uneven as he stared at the approaching figure. His mind, clouded with exhaustion and grief, struggled to register what he was seeing.
But as the silhouette stepped further into the dim light, there was no mistaking it.
Nyxara.
Her sleek, white fur shimmered beneath the artificial glow, streaks of obsidian-black running like veins through her form. Those piercing golden eyes—deep, intelligent—locked onto him, their usual sharpness softened by something else. Concern and sadness mixed with a little bit of shame.
She stopped a few steps away, watching him in silence.
A surge of emotion tore through Alex’s chest, raw and uncontrollable. His vision blurred, rage and sorrow tangling into something unbearable. His breath hitched, and before he could stop himself, the words exploded from his throat.
"How?! How are you here?!"
His voice cracked, sharp with disbelief and something dangerously close to desperation. His hands trembled as they clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms. He had lost everything—his mother, his father, his clan. And yet, here she stood as if she had walked out of a dream, untouched by the devastation that had shattered his world.
Nyxara’s ears flicked slightly, the faintest twitch of her tail betraying her unease. Then she exhaled, slow and measured, as if bracing herself.
"Your mother," she said simply.
Alex blinked. His ragged breaths slowed, confusion cutting through the storm raging inside him. "What?"