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,
From my vantage point, the Luna Association urgency was palpable. An emergency meeting of the Lunas had been summoned, gathering us from far and wide. As Luna, my responsibilities extended beyond the confines of our pack, transcending borders and alliances. This call was different; it wasn't about territorial disputes or diplomatic entanglements. It was about the autistic children.The Luna Association, a beacon of hope, had been diligently working to carve out a sanctuary for those most vulnerable among us – the autistic children and the ones who had lost their parents, left adrift in a world they scarcely understood. Our hearts were bound to their well-being, their futures a shared responsibility.But the fabric of our hopes had been torn asunder by an act of malice. Rogues, those who had severed ties with the pack, had brazenly stolen our resources while we were deep in our mission. The safety of the children we had come to cherish was at stake, and so, a unanimous decision was rea
LORCAN’S POVThe weight of my responsibilities pressed heavily on my shoulders as I navigated the intricacies of leading the pack. The burden of knowledge about my wolf's condition rested solely with my beta, a secret that held the potential to shape the destiny of our pack. My hopes had centered on the mate bond, a connection that would not only provide companionship and love, but also the key to unlocking my wolf's strength.However, as time passed and the mate bond remained elusive, a sense of frustration began to gnaw at the edges of my determination. The longing for my mate, the one who could heal the rift within my soul and restore my wolf's vigor, intensified with each passing day. The weight of my own expectations felt like an anchor, dragging me down even as I strove to lead with strength.But even as my personal struggles weighed on my heart, a more ominous threat loomed on the horizon – the rising tension of an impending war. The rogues, a shadowy and unpredictable force, h
FEDORA'S POVI stood frozen outside Lorcan's office, the weight of his words settling like a heavy storm within me. The conversation that I overheard was a jarring revelation, one that threatened to shatter the fragile balance I had been trying to maintain. It was clear that they were discussing me, my role, my future, and it was a conversation that I probably shouldn't have heard. But the implications were too significant to ignore, and a sense of urgency propelled me to listen."Whether Fedora is ready for this responsibility or not, she'll have to give me a child. That's her duty," Lorcan's voice echoed in my ears, each word a painful reminder of the expectations that weighed upon me.His child? My heart skipped a beat, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. I had been prepared for the possibility of becoming a mother, but the lack of consent in his words struck me like a cold gust of wind. We had discussed respecting each other's boundaries, and now it seemed that a line had
FEDORA’S POVThe days that followed were a tumultuous mix of emotions and determination. The conversation I had overheard echoed in my mind, a constant reminder that I have been living a lie. I really thought that he is changing but I was wrong.A person like him can never change.But that also made me resolute in my decision – I would not let Lorcan's words define my worth, and I would prove to myself and to him that I was more than a mere vessel for his desires. But I don’t know for how long or how many times I will have to do it.The cycle of adversity was a familiar one – a constant struggle against societal norms and expectations that sought to confine and limit. I had faced similar obstacles before, and this time would be no different. I refused to be confined to a predetermined role, to be reduced to a stereotype that negated my ambitions and aspirations.This was the same in my previous pack and nothing has changes in this pack as well.With a renewed sense of purpose, I decid