Maya sat at her desk, staring at the blank page in front of her. She had been a journalist for years before she fell in love with Alex and transformed into a werewolf, but now she found herself struggling to write. Her mind was consumed by the recent events - the government facility, the confrontation with Sophia, and the choice that she and the pack had made.

She felt a tap on her shoulder, and she turned to see Alex standing behind her. He placed a cup of coffee on her desk, a small smile on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low.

Maya shrugged, taking a...