After days of rest and healing, my strength had finally returned. Ava, my wolf, was restless within me, eager to finish what we had started. I stood in the healing chamber, Ryan and Claude lying before me, their bodies weakened from the effects of Alpha Rambo’s potions. But I could feel it—the sickness that lingered in their veins. I could purify them.

Nathan and Tristan hovered nearby, their expressions tense yet hopeful.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Tristan asked, his voice laced with concern.

I nodded, my resolve firm. “I’m ready. It’s time.”

Stepping forward, I placed my hands over Ryan and Claude, closing my eyes as I...