The moon hung low on the horizon, casting a silvery glow over the pack territory. Aline's heart felt heavy as she cradled the lifeless form of her precious baby in her arms. The child's once vibrant eyes were closed, and his skin was cold to the touch.

Ethan stood beside her, his expression a mixture of sorrow and anger. "Aline, I'm so sorry..."

Aline's voice trembled as she looked down at the tiny face she had come to love so deeply. "It's not fair, Ethan. He was just an innocent child."

Ethan's hand gently rested on her shoulder, offering what little comfort he could. "I know. We'll get through this...