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UKE'S POV.

A bird's cry shot out into the night air, and I lowered my head, letting my teardrops splash on my hands.

The wind blew my hair mercilessly, and Esme rose, bounding off like she was riding on the coattails of the wind— into the beautiful night.

I raised my head to look at her running. She'd ignored her pains, and put it all into running. I would do the same, and do what I ought to do for Ariana— ignore my pains, and whatever I was feeling to do the right thing.

Getting to my feet, I went to the injured Alpha to see if he was still breathing. Thankfully, his body was still warm, and he'd stopped bleeding. He was alive.

Perhaps the fear made him pass out. I lifted him into my arms, and walked away from the garden, heading back into the quiet Palace.

The halls were deserted, and the lights. The Palace was asleep; that made it convenient for Esme's attack.