Conan's POV:

"For the last time Elle, I'm fine!"

"You were attacked!" She yells. "You shouldn't be going anywhere you should be on protective lockdown!"

"The Pack of To Dásos throws their gala every year and I haven't gone since... since Juliette died..." I quietly say. "I'm going this year."

Elle groans and pinches the bridge of her nose like an annoyed mother who has had enough of her troublesome pup. I laugh at her and she instantly glares at me. I ignore her scowl and continue to get ready for tonight.

Suddenly, pain rings through my body. The scar from the claw wound begins to burn. I hunch over and place a hand over the wound. I grunt as Elle is by my side in an instant.

"Conan--"

"I'm fine!" I say through clenched teeth.

"You're in pain!" Elle retorts. "You need to rest! You can go to the gala next year!"

I stand up and brush her aside, "Elle, I'm going. You're going as well."

"I don't want to go. I don't like parties." She says.

I roll my eyes, "That's not true. You deserve to have fun."

"You do too." She sighs. "I guess... after all that has happened, you deserve... some fun..."

"Thanks..." I say.

"Do you remember what you said before you blacked out from the blood loss?" She asks. I look at her confused.

"What?"

"You said 'You miss her.'" She says. "And how you hope she misses you too..."

I sigh and turn away from her, "It was a moment of weakness. I thought I was dying."

"That was no moment of weakness, Conan." Elle states. "Those where true emotions. It's been a while since I've seen you express real emotions."

"Elle--"

"You still think about her." She cuts in. "Delilah's always on your mind, isn't she?"

"Elle, I don't want to do this back and forth bit with you right now." I say.

Elle crosses her arms over her chest and looks at me, waiting for an answer. I take a deep breath and sigh, knowing I can't escape her if I wanted to.

"Not a day goes by that I am not constantly thinking about her and what she's doing..." I quietly say. "Sometimes I think Delilah is just dead but..."

"But what?" Elle asks.

"I know she's not dead," I state. "She's a fighter, she can't be dead. But I may have killed her a little inside..."

"It took you almost dying to realize that?" Elle asks. I glare at her and she holds up her hands defensively.

"Sorry. Sorry." She says. "It's just that- if you ever find her, your going to want her to come back there is no doubt in that, but she just might not. If that happens, would you be able to accept that..?"

"What choice do I have?" I say. "I lost the right to make the decision when I lost what I wanted the most. Hell, I didn't even know I wanted it till it was too late..."

"What do you want, Conan?" Elle asks.

"Her..."

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Delilah's POV:

Jason leads Roze and I to the Alpha's office. I could see the pain in his eyes as he opens the door, half expecting Alex to be sitting in his chair perfectly fine. He was just here this morning. Hard to believe that he is gone, just like that...

"Jason--"

"Don't..." He cuts me off.

I shut my mouth and look away from him. Jason walks over to the desk covered in paperwork, half of them signed by Alex. Jason stares at them and sighs. He gathers them up and tucks them away in a drawer.

"Jason..." Roze speaks.

I look from her to Jason who is now tightly holding onto the wooden desk, fighting back anger. Roze walks towards him. I motion for her not to- in order to avoid his wraith incase her turns on her- but she ignores me.

Roze places a hand on his shoulder. He snaps his head up and looks at her, his eyes shift from a look of pain to a more loving look. Roze gives him a small smile as he takes her hand in his. Jason sighs one more time and looks over towards me.

"Explain." He says quietly.

I look down for a moment. There is no place I can hide now. I've been running from the truth for so long. There is nothing more I can do then tell them... everything...

"Well, you already know my name is not Dalia it's Delilah." I began. "I am originally from The Pack of I Koiláda, as is Roze. Though, I have discovered that I was born here."

Jason raises an eyebrow, "Born here?"

I nod, "My parents were killed- like that of many others- during that unholy night."

Jason stares at me with wide eyes as I continued on.

"I would have been killed too if it wasn't for the kindness of that old woman who brought me to the border. I owe her my life..."

They both were quiet, waiting for me to continue my tale. I look around the room, not wanting to see the looks on their faces as I tell my story.

"I spent my days in that pack ranked as a common Laborer even though I had the heart of a Warrior. It was not the best rank, but as an outsider, I couldn't get anything better."

I continue, "Then I discovered my mate, Alpha Conan. He--"

"Alpha Conan has- had a mate." Jason cut in. "Juliette."

"I know," I respond. "He didn't take too kindly to having another one..."

"You told me your mate was the reason you left your pack," Jason says, crossing his arms over his chest. "It was a factor, but not the main reason, was it?"

I hesitate. I look at Roze who looks at me with sad eyes. She knew this part of the story all too well.

"No..." I answer. "I-I--"

"You what?"

"I killed someone from the neighboring pack, The Pack of To Vounó. When I smelled the pack scent on him I buried him in order to avoid a war. Alpha Caitriona discovered the body and I fled."

Jason stares at me with wide eyes. His face of shock quickly changes to angry as he steps out from behind the desk and walks up towards me.

"So you are responsible for all those murders in the other packs?!" He yells.

I look at him, bewildered. "Other murders?! No! I had no knowledge of any other murders, I swear!"

"I swear if Alexander is dead because of you!" He growls as he moves closer. "If you are responsible in any way for his death I'll--"

I cut him off by scratching the side of his face with my claws, unleashed from sudden anger. He stumbles backwards and brings his hand up to touch the blood from the mark. He looks at me with anger, but instead of  lunging at me his eyes soften.

I didn't know I was shaking and bawling my eyes out until I saw that look in his eyes...

"The tears I cried for him..." I say between sobs, "They were real! I never did anything to harm him! If I could turn back the clock I would but I just can't! I can't do anything!"

I take small steps backward until my back pressed against the wall. I slide down into a sitting position, tugging on my hair as I cried. Jason and Roze walk up to me, their eyes filled with sorrow.

"I want Alex to be alive." I cry. "I want everything to be the way it was before I messed up everything! I... I want--"

"Delilah..." Jason calmly speaks. "What is it that you really want?"

"I..." I try and calm myself as I think on my words.

"I just want him..."