Chapter 6 She, Who Never Belong
As instructed, Addison put on something nice, a dress she had been holding onto, hoping for the day she could wear it in front of Zion, sharing a quiet dinner together.
She never imagined that day would come so soon. After washing up and dressing, she applied light makeup to conceal the exhaustion on her face.
As soon as she stepped out of her room, she immediately sensed that something was off.
The entire packhouse carried a solemn atmosphere, quiet, almost eerily so.
As she walked down the hallway toward the dining hall, a growing sense of unease settled over her. Her palms clenched tightly, betraying her nerves. Standing before the towering doors, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.
When she pushed open the door, she wasn't met with the romantic fine dining she had imagined. Instead, as she stepped forward, her eyes took in the sea of people dressed in black. At the center of it all, Claire sat in a white dress, delicately dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.
The moment Addison entered, every head turned toward her. A stunned silence filled the room as they all wide eyes stared at her in shock and disbelief.
Addison only fully grasped the situation when her heart pounded violently in her chest. Her breath hitched, and her lashes fluttered as she locked eyes with Zion, who sat at the head of the table, his expression dark with fury.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy with grief, somber and serious, and some were even crying. It was clear they were commemorating the fallen warriors, honoring those who had perished in the war.
It might have been long overdue, but this was the only time their Alpha was present, and the war had finally ended, granting them the chance to grieve their losses.
Many would never return home, and there were no bodies to bury, only the brutal memory of warriors torn apart like ragdolls by the vampires.