Kai POV
I stared at my mother, my heart thudding painfully in my chest.
"What did you just say?" I whispered, certain I had misheard her.
My mother's eyes—the same amber color as mine—bore into me with an intensity that made me take a step back.
"You didn't kill your mate, Kai. Your first mate.”
"I… didn't kill her?"
The words felt foreign on my tongue—like they belonged to someone else. For weeks, that nightmare had haunted me—visions of blood, screams, and the life I believed I'd taken with my own hands.
The room seemed to tilt around me. The crushing weight of guilt, believing I was responsible for the death of a mate I couldn't even remember. The fragmented visions that had haunted me since the pack healer tried to recover my memories—a girl with bright eyes, her laughter, followed by screams and blood—suddenly took on a new, terrifying meaning.
