Eamon Pov. My body ached, every muscle protesting, as I stumbled back into our pack territory. As I approached, I felt a heavy sense of foreboding. The familiar surroundings seemed different, altered in some unsettling way. My heart sank, as I saw a towering statue of Victor erected in the centre of the packgrounds. This was too quick; He could at least wait to give me a befitting burial first.As I continued my weary walk, my eyes caught sight of Isadora and Lisa. They were standing near a car with suitcases piled at their feet. Isadora’s tear-streaked face turned to me, and without a second thought, she rushed towards me, tears in her eyes and overwhelmed with joy."My love!", she cried, throwing herself into my arms with a tight, passionate hug. Her warmth and presence were a balm to my battered soul, and I held her tightly, as if my life depended on it.Lisa, standing nearby, wore an expression of utter shock and disbelief wrapped around a smile. She had likely expected to never

Isadora's POVI watched Eamon as he returned back to the quarters, his mood visibly changed. The vibrant energy he had when he left had faded, replaced by brooding silence. It was as if a dark cloud had settled over him, and it worried me."Eamon, is something wrong?" I asked, my concern evident in my voice.He pushed his food around on his plate, his appetite seemingly vanished. "No, nothing's wrong," he replied, but his words lacked conviction.I leaned in closer, my eyes searching his face. "You can tell me, you know. You don't have to keep things from me."Eamon hesitated, and for a moment, I thought he might open up. But then he shook his head and forced a small smile. "It's really nothing, Isadora. Just a minor pack issue that I need to deal with."I wasn't convinced, but I also didn't want to push him too hard. Instead, I decided to change tactics. "Well, regardless of what's bothering you, you should eat," I said gently. "You need to regain your strength, especially after that

Eamon POVAs the evening sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, I decided to surprise Isadora with a special date night to make up for lost time and ease the guilt I felt deep within my heart for the constant lies. I had arranged a reservation at one of the finest restaurants on the outskirts of our pack territory, a place known for its exquisite cuisine and romantic ambiance.When I told Isadora about my plans, her eyes sparkled with excitement. She had been cooped up in the pack house for so long, dealing with the stress and drama that had surrounded us. A night out together was just what we both needed.After finishing up some paperwork and getting dressed, I arrived at Isadora's chamber to find her radiant as ever, dressed in a simple yet elegant red gown, a vision of beauty that took my breath away. I couldn't help but smile as I approached her."Isadora, you look absolutely stunning," I said, my voice a low murmur filled with admiration.Her

Eamon's POV:The world around me blurred into a tumultuous whirlwind of rage and despair as I stood there, watching Isadora walk away. Our love lay in ruins, shattered by my own actions. The pain in my heart and soul was crushing, threatening to drown me in a sea of sorrow. I had betrayed the woman I loved, the Luna I had sworn my devotion to, and now, all I was left with was the bitter aftertaste of regret.But amid the self-loathing and anger, another emotion surged within me—rage. It burned through my veins like an uncontrolled wildfire, ready to consume everything in its path. I couldn't bear the thought of Mia, the woman responsible for this chaos, walking away unscathed. The only things restraining me were my upbringing and the knowledge that she was pregnant—laying hands on a she-wolf, let alone a pregnant one, was seen as the ultimate sign of weakness. Still, I vowed that Mia would face the consequences for the turmoil she had unleashed.A furious roar erupted from deep within

Isadora's povAs Matamoros and I arrived at the hospital, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on my shoulders. My body ached, my legs felt like jelly, and every step was a struggle, but despite my own pains, I had to be there for Eamon.The hospital felt like a whirlwind of chaos. Doctors and nurses rushed past us, their faces etched with worry and confusion. I clung to Matamoros for support as we navigated the maze of corridors, my heart pounding in my chest.And then, I saw Lisa. She stood at the entrance of Eamon's ward, her face a mask of concern. Our eyes met, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a shared grief that transcended our differences."Isadora," Lisa said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I'm glad you're here."I nodded, unable to find the words. Together, we walked to Eamon's ward, and the tension in the air was palpable. The room was filled with the hum of machines, their monotonous beeping a stark remin