"Mother…" Archibald breathed out as he stared in disbelief at the figure wearing a white robe and looking just as she was when she was taken away.
He could still recall that incident like it was yesterday despite it being almost five hundred years ago.
It had been a turning point in his life, watching his mother get hunted down by the Paragons for being an Alpha.
He remembered how he'd tried to offer himself in her stead and how they'd kicked him aside like a piece of trash, letting him understand just how useless he was to them.
That night, he lost his mother and he gained his Talent.
Seeing her again, after so many years, no less, Archibald realized at that moment just how much he'd bottled up, just how much that incident had shaped the course of his life.
"Is it really you?" He asked as he took unsteady steps forward, his eyes slowly turning wet.
The dark-haired woman smiled, radiating an almost inhuman beauty.
