~ Luciana’s POV~Omar's face lit up with a small, shy smile. Luciana could tell that he appreciated her understanding and support."Okay," Omar mumbled softly, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and determination.In that moment, Luciana felt a deep connection with Omar. They shared a secret plan, and she was determined to make Keita's birthday surprise a success. Together, they would create a joyful memory, celebrating the bond they all shared as a family.Just then, Keita bounded up the stairs, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the apples in the bowl. Without hesitation, he reached for another apple, eager to take a bite. However, instead of returning to his playful adventures in the backyard, Keita had a different plan in mind. He took a bite from the apple and then extended his hand towards Omar, offering him the remaining piece.But Omar shook his head, his expression clearly showing his dislike for the apple. He firmly stated, "No, I don't like red apples."This res

~ Elijah's POV~Was Elder Haruto facing a serious illness or nearing the end of his life? The elder had held his position for nearly fifty years, and the thought of losing him left Elijah feeling unsettled. Who would succeed him as the new Head elder? So many questions swirled in his mind.Matt offered a comforting pat on Elijah's shoulder, acknowledging the weight of the situation. "I'll catch up with you later, I've got to run," he said, bidding farewell and leaving Elijah deep in thought.Now, suspicions began to surface in Elijah's mind regarding Alister's decision to stay back at the council meeting and have a conversation with Wilson. It all started to make sense. He needed answers, and he instinctively reached for his phone, intending to call Alister for some clarification. However, just as he was about to dial the number, fireworks suddenly burst into the sky, catching his attention and momentarily diverting his focus.As the vibrant colors filled the night sky, Elijah's init

~ Alister's POV~At the crack of dawn that morning, Alister reached the pack. Instead of heading straight to his office, he decided to go home first. The pack seemed unusually quiet, which made him think that whatever had happened, Elijah must have kept it a secret.As he parked his car in front of his house, Alister sent a quick text to Elijah, letting him know that he had arrived. He took his time getting out of the car, stretching his body before retrieving his bag from the backseat.Even before he saw Elijah approaching from around the corner, Alister could sense his presence."Good morning," he muttered to Elijah, slinging his bag over his shoulder."Morning," Elijah mumbled in response.Alister locked the car door and turned to face Elijah. Although he could detect a hint of worry on Elijah's face, he appeared to be relatively composed."So, what's going on?" Alister inquired, eager to get to the bottom of the situation.Elijah glanced around cautiously. "You don't expect me to

Alister's POVAlister turned his attention to the two young boys by his side, particularly focusing on Omar, who seemed to be having some difficulties with his shifting. Every time Omar attempted to shift, he would stop midway, unable to complete the transformation. Noah had mentioned that the boy was afraid to fully shift into his Omega form, but Alister couldn't help but wonder if there was something else bothering him.He knelt down to Omar's eye level and looked into the boy's eyes, asking, "Are you comfortable like this?"Omar hesitated for a moment before responding, "I don't want to go any further..."Alister observed the patches of white fur covering Omar's body and noticed the emergence of sharp claws on his hands and legs. As long as Omar could keep up with the run, Alister thought they would be fine. On the other hand, Keita's half-black and brown wolf was already running in circles, playfully and chasing its own tail and emitting adorable growling sounds.With a shake of

Luciana's POVWith determination in her eyes, Luciana walked over to her closet and pulled it open. She scanned the shelves, searching for a secure spot to tuck away the letter. Finally, she found an old suitcase buried at the back. Carefully, she tucked the letter deep inside, ensuring it was well-hidden from prying eyes. Closing the closet door, she let out a small breath of relief. Her mind shifted to the immediate task at hand – going to the bathroom to wash up. It was a mundane activity, but it provided her with a momentary distraction from the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed her. Luciana left the room, closing the door behind her, and made her way to the bathroom to find solace in the simple routine of self-care. Luciana glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her appearance reflecting the emotional turmoil she had been through. Her face was still flushed from crying, and her eyes showed traces of tears. Determined to compose herself, she reached for the fauc