17:PACK HOST OF THE YEAR

DECLAN'S POV

Relief washed over me, as I woke up in a much lighter mood. The thought of the boy slowly caving in soothes my mind, and I decided to see how he was doing this morning.

I went into his room, where I had carefully put him to bed last night, to see him sound asleep.

I couldn't help but be drawn to the boy sleeping across from me. His features bore a striking resemblance to the childhood pictures of mine that I had tucked away in a dusty old album. It was as if I was peering into a mirror of my younger self.

But just as I was lost in this uncanny connection, my phone rang, breaking the moment. I fumbled in my pocket to answer the call, torn my attention between the boy before me and the urgent voice on the other end.

It was the representative of the packs in the alliance. I decided to take the call outside, in order not to wake the boy up.

"Speak," I said into the phone impatiently as I left Tiger's room, eager to end the call as soon as I picked up.

"A meeting will be held