3rd person's POV

The Bloodmoon Pack’s territory was cloaked in the somber light of dawn, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and lingering tension from the recent battles. The trees stood tall, silent sentinels to the pain that hovered over the pack. In the heart of the pack’s clinic, a hush had fallen—a silence that spoke more than words ever could.

On getting to the pack, he head straight to the pack clinic, his heart pounding hard against his chest.

Louis sat by Diana’s bedside, his face a mask of anguish. His strong, calloused hands trembled as they held hers—so fragile, so cold. The room smelled of...