FEDORA’S POVI glanced at Neio, his young face serene in slumber. His face reminded me of those people and the reason I had chosen this path, the reason I had dedicated my life to saving others. Lorcan’s trust in me was unwavering, and I couldn't bear the thought of letting him down.The night was shrouded in darkness, and the air was heavy with an eerie silence. And I sat right next to Neio, my senses heightened, as if something was about to unfold. My eyes continuously navigated the entire room in every few minutes.And suddenly out of nowhere a peculiar scent enveloped me, captivating my senses and drawing my attention to the figure beside me. Neio seemed undisturbed, lost in a peaceful slumber.I clutched his hand tightly, sensing that something was about to happen. The scent made me dizzy and I recognized the scent of the herb and I stopped myself for breathing letting my wolf take charge for few moments as she was immune to such scents.Hera was also hyperalert. She knew what Ne
THIRD PERSON’S POVAlpha Lorcan, his eyes burning with a mix of grief and rage, stood at the forefront, his presence commanding attention.As the revelation settled over him, a primal fury ignited within Alpha Lorcan's core, fuelling an uncontrollable urge for retribution. His body trembled with a surge of energy as a growl rumbled deep within his chest. The very essence of his being seemed to shift, as if the boundaries of his humanity were being pushed aside to make way for the raw power of his wolf form.In a breathtaking display of metamorphosis, Alpha Lorcan's muscles rippled and bones cracked, reshaping his figure into that of a magnificent and formidable wolf. His once-human eyes transformed into a fiery amber, radiating an intense determination that sent shivers down the spines of all who beheld him.With a mighty leap, Alpha Lorcan burst through the nearest window, shards of glass glimmering in the moonlight as he soared into the night. His paws hit the ground with a resoundi
FEDORA’S POVMy heart pounded in my chest as the chaos in the hospital reached its peak. Accusations and suspicions swirled around me like a tempest, threatening to consume my spirit. I stood amidst the commotion, my true identity as the Luna of the pack exposed for all to see. It was a moment I had both anticipated and feared.Alpha Lorcan, his eyes blazing with fury, stood at my side, a protective force emanating from his very being. His voice boomed through the tumultuous atmosphere, cutting through the noise like a blade. "Silence!" he commanded, his alpha authority resonating with every word.The room fell quiet, every gaze fixed upon Alpha Lorcan. With a voice filled with righteous indignation, he addressed the crowd, his words laced with a potent mix of anger and disappointment. "You dare accuse Fedora of such heinous deeds? You have been blinded by the lies woven by Dr. Severon, who seeks to shift the blame onto an innocent soul."Gasps of realization rippled through the room
FEDORA’S POVAs the days flowed like a gentle current, Neio's health embarked on a gradual journey towards recovery, a testament to his unwavering resilience. The hospital staff, with their unyielding dedication, breathed life back into his frail form. His tenacity became a beacon of inspiration, casting its light upon all who bore witness to his arduous path to healing.The surgery itself stood as a testament to the tumult that life could unleash, a tempest of chaos that swirled around the operating theater. Yet, like a sturdy ship navigating through a storm, Neio's recovery remained unscathed. It was as if the universe itself conspired to shield him from the aftershocks of the ordeal.A restlessness simmered within him, a yearning to escape the sterile confines that had become his temporary sanctuary. The four walls that enveloped him, once a fortress of healing, now felt like a cage to his restless spirit. Neio's heart danced with an eagerness to break free, to run through the fiel
FEDORA’S POVThe air grew heavy with the weight of my inquiry, the question that hung between us like a pendulum, poised to reveal the depth of Dr. Severon's descent into darkness. I peered into his eyes, once windows to compassion and healing, now veiled in shadows that hinted at a malevolent force lurking within.Lorcan's presence lingered, a silent guardian outside the room, his gaze an unspoken connection that anchored me even as my attention remained locked onto the man before me. Dr. Severon's transformation was a riddle that begged to be unraveled, a puzzle with pieces scattered across the landscape of his fractured soul.A turbulent mix of emotions swirled within me - anger, confusion, and a profound sorrow for the man who had fallen so far from grace. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the depths of his transformation, a metamorphosis into a creature of malice and cruelty."You think that justifies your actions?" I shot back, my voice quivering with a blend of fru
FEDORA’S POV“And what were those choices? Were they made by you or someone else? What does your choices have anything to do with Neio or Lorcan’s sister?”The barrage of questions poured forth from my lips like a torrential rain, each one a reflection of the tangled web of curiosity and concern that had enveloped my thoughts. Dr. Severon's reaction was a storm of conflicting emotions, a battle that raged within him as he grappled with the weight of his own choices.His head shook, a gesture that seemed both involuntary and deliberate, a manifestation of the inner turmoil that churned within him. My persistence had cracked a fissure in his veneer, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath.His voice, when it finally emerged from the storm within, held a mixture of regret and longing. "I didn't want to do it," he confessed, his words a whisper that held the weight of a lifetime of struggle. The tapestry of his past began to unravel, the threads of his narrative weaving a story of pa
FEDORA’S POVAs the days unfolded, a sense of transformation settled upon the horizon of our lives. The weight of Severon's fate had been settled, a resolution that had been tempered by my insistence on compassion and mercy. Lorcan's decision to grant a quick, private death instead of a public execution was a testament to the evolution he had undergone, a shift from the initial desire for retribution to a recognition of the value of redemption.The change in Lorcan was palpable, a metamorphosis that echoed the shedding of a burden that had long weighed him down. The darkness that had shrouded his soul began to recede, and in its place, a glimmer of healing and relief emerged. The hospital, a place that had witnessed both pain and recovery, now bore witness to a man on the path to redemption.During those moments of healing and recovery, an unexpected bond flourished between Lorcan and me. The shared responsibilities of caring for Neio had brought us closer, creating a bridge of unders
As Neio continued to mend, a new and tender dynamic began to take shape between Lorcan and Fedora. Neio's yearning for a little cousin tugged at their hearts, sparking conversations that brimmed with emotions.One evening, in the hospital cafeteria, the soft hum of chatter and clinking of utensils surrounded Lorcan and Fedora. The two sat close, enveloped in a moment that seemed to exist just for them, when Lorcan visited her no one dared to disturb them.Lorcan's eyes danced with a playful glimmer as he leaned in, his words laced with a hint of mischief."Hey, Fedora," Lorcan began, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "You know Neio's been yapping about wanting a tiny cousin to play with. I can't help but wonder if maybe it's about time we start thinking about our own adventure into parenthood."Fedora's lips curved into a gentle smile, her gaze drifting to the table as she pondered Lorcan's proposition. A soft chuckle escaped her, like a melody floating on a breeze. "Lorcan,