Chapter 6. Divine Collision of Broken Halves

Aira’s POV

“FOUND YOU!!”

The words struck through the air like a lightning bolt cracking across the stillness of a stormy sky. A raspy, deep voice, raw and beautifully broken, rang out through the ancient, near-dead bond of the mindlink—and I froze. That voice didn’t belong to anyone from my pack. It didn’t belong to Chester. It didn’t belong to my fathers. It didn’t belong to anyone ordinary.

It belonged to someone… sacred.

Because in that split second, something inside me stirred—no, roared—back to life. My wolf, Zeneca, who had been comatose, locked in silence, buried beneath the rubble of heartbreak and abandonment for four long, empty years… she howled. Loud, powerful, and wild, she cried out into the ether like a long-lost warrior returning to battle.

It was a howl of rebirth. Of homecoming. Of deliverance.

“Alpha, follow me please,” the humbled brothel owner, Zev—his name now etched into my memory—squeaked meekly. His eyes couldn’t m