Lennox''s POV


    I looked him straight in the eyes.


    "I really want to know who tried to kill me. But I cannot find out by walking into the pack house as myself."


    Damien nodded for me to continue.


    "I remember how you changed Olivia''s face once," I said softly. "I want you to do the same for me."


    Damien''s eyes widened. "You want your face changed?"


    "Yes," I said. "I do not have my wolf yet, so no one will know it is me. I want to enter the mansion as a warrior. Golden will pretend to recruit me. From there, I will start my n."


    I paused.


    "I want to see how my family really felt about my death. I want to see how they acted when I was gone. I want to watch them from the shadows… and discover the one who wanted me dead."


    Golden looked at me with respect. Damien stared at me for a long time, thinking.


    After a moment he asked quietly, "Are you sure this is what you want?"


    I nodded without looking away.


    "I have made my decision," I said. "I cannot walk in there as Lennox yet. Not until I know the truth."


    Damien sighed deeply.


    "Very well," he said. "I will take you to my witch. She can change your face. But it will onlyst for three months. After three months, your appearance will return to normal."


    "That is enough," I said. "Three months is all I need."


    Damien shook his head. "I still can''t believe anyone from your family will want to kill you… why don''t we get the warrior and the maid and question them."


    I scoffed and shook my head. "Uncle, you know how this works. Those people would rather die than speak the truth. They will deny ever saying such, and they will never expose who instructed them."


    Damien nodded as if finally understanding.


    "Also… I want to watch my family from the shadows," I said quietly. "I feel like I am no longer wanted. I feel…"


    My voice trailed off.


    I didn''t even know how to finish that sentence.


    Damien watched me closely.


    I took a slow breath and finally spoke the truth sitting like a stone on my chest.


    "I feel like they were happier without me."


    Golden''s eyes widened. "Alpha, that is not true—"


    I raised my hand slightly, stopping him.


    "I am not saying it to fish for pity. I am saying it because that is how it felt. The distance. The coldness. The looks."


    Damien nodded slowly, guilt touching his eyes.


    "You think one of them truly wants you gone?"


    I shook my head immediately.


    "No. That is what I cannot believe. Louis? Levi? They are hotheaded… impulsive… emotional. But killers? They are not."


    Damien said softly, "Then who?"


    I clenched my jaw.


    "I don''t know. And until I do… I cannot trust anyone."


    Damien sighed deeply, folding his arms.


    Golden, who stood in the corner, shifted ufortably.


    "Alpha… are you sure you want to watch your family grieve you?"


    I looked down and sucked in a deep breath. "Yes. I would like to see if they truly loved me… or if they are relieved to see me out of their lives."


    No one spoke for a while.


    The silence felt heavy… until Damien finally stood straighter.


    "Alright. If this is what you want, then we will do it. The witch can disguise you—but remember, three months only."


    "I understand."


    "One more thing," he added. "The change will only affect your face. Your scent will be intact. Your aura will be intact."


    "That is okay."


    Damien searched my face, like giving me a moment to think about it, then he nodded. "Let''s go."


    Golden straightened immediately. His back pulled tight like a soldier receiving an order.


    I turned to him. "Golden… prepare everything. Once I return, we begin the n."


    He nodded without hesitation. "Yes, Alpha."


    He went to one of the small drawers in the corner and pulled out a simple ck face cap and a mask. He handed them to me with steady hands, though his eyes still carried fear—fear of losing me again.


    "You should cover your face," he said quietly. "We don''t know who may be watching."


    I took them from him. I wore the face cap around my head, covering the lower half of my face, then slipped the mask on. Only my eyes were visible now.


    Golden stepped back and bowed slightly. "I will be here when you return."


    I ced a hand on his shoulder. "Golden… thank you. For everything. For my life."


    He swallowed hard. "I will always protect you, Alpha. Even from death."


    Damien motioned toward the door. "Let''s move."


    I followed him out of the safe house. The night air hit my face like a cold p. It smelled like dirt… pine trees.


    Freedom.


    I kept my head down, walking beside Damien as he led me toward a waiting car parked near the trees. Its windows were tinted. The engine was already running.


    He opened the back door for me. "Get in."


    I slid inside, and Damien followed.


    The driver—one of Damien''s men—did not speak. He started the car and pulled away from the safe house, driving fast through the dark roads.


    I stared out the window as the trees blurred past.


    Nobody would ever guess that the Alpha they buriedst night was sitting in a dark car.


    Damien watched me carefully.


    "You know," he said quietly, "most people only get one life. You… just got your second."


    I scoffed. "You could say third."


    Damien smiled and only shook his head.


    After twenty minutes, the forest opened up into a long stretch of road. Ahead of us, bright lights stood in the distance—an airstrip.


    And there… waiting for us… was Damien''s private jet.


    The stairs were already lowered. Guards stood around the runway.


    The car stopped beside it.


    Damien opened the door and stepped out. "Come."


    I followed him out. The cold air blew against my mask, making my skin sting. He led me quickly toward the jet. The guards bowed to him, not even ncing twice at me.


    Good.


    Nobody suspected anything.


    We climbed into the jet, and the door closed behind us. The engines rumbled softly as the aircraft began to prepare for takeoff.


    Damien sat in the seat across from me, leaning forward.


    "This will take about an hour," he said. "Rest your mind. Once we reach her, the witch will handle everything."


    I leaned back in my seat.


    Rest?


    My mind was burning with questions.


    Damien must have sensed the storm inside me. He didn''t speak again. He simply watched me with quiet understanding.


    As the jet lifted off the ground, I closed my eyes for a moment.


    Not to sleep.


    But to prepare.


    To be someone new.


    To bury Lennox the Alpha…


    …and be Lennox, the ordinary warrior.


    Three months.


    Three months to uncover everything.


    Three months to watch the people I loved from the shadows.


    Three months to find the one who wanted me dead.


    And when I do…


    The Moon Goddess will decide their fate.