Helanie:
"You took his what?" Emmet asked, trying to understand his statement. My jaw hung low, it just clicked.
"It wasn't Daltan who died that day," Altan began, sniffling slowly. "It was the brave one. The one the entire pack adored. The one who was supposed to do greater things, like a seer once told our pack. It was Altan. The real Altan." He covered his face in his hands and started sobbing.
It all made so much sense now.
The one I was with until the age of nine was different. That was the real Altan, the one who would stand up for me without caring what others said about a golden alpha taking the side of an omega.
Even when we were just kids, he used to come to my house to bring me my stationery, books, and supplies. He would tell my parents to be nice to me in his cute, childlike aggression.
He was the one who had promised that when we grew up, we would become mates.
The one who wasn't a coward.
