3rd person's POV

The air in the Bloodmoon Pack's territory was fresh and crisp, the scent of pine trees and damp earth lingering in the early morning breeze. Louis stood at the edge of the training grounds, his eyes fixed on the horizon, but his mind was far away. For months, he had been lost in his grief, trapped by memories of Diana and the life they had hoped to share. But now, something—or rather, someone—had begun to stir him from the depths of that sorrow.

Her name was Lila.

She had joined their pack with her young cub after the battle with her rogue pack, when others had refused...