---Ethan’s body shuddered as he leaned against the cold stone wall of his study. The isolation and stress were taking their toll, and he felt a fever building within him. His vision blurred, and he stumbled, catching himself on the edge of his desk. The sickness gnawed at his strength, weakening him in a way he hadn’t felt in years."Bella," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "I need Bella."Within minutes, Bella arrived, her face a mask of concern. "Ethan!" she exclaimed, rushing to his side. "You look terrible. What's happening?""It's...it's something inside me," Ethan said, his voice weak. "I can't fight it alone."Bella's eyes widened, recognizing the signs of a werewolf sickness, a rare but severe ailment. She called for Connor and the others, who quickly assembled in the study. "We need the werewolf treatment now," Bella ordered. "Bring the herbs and prepare the ritual."Connor nodded and hurried away, returning moments later with a small group carrying bowls of herbs, s

Ethan's resolve to protect his pack and maintain peace with the humans was tested in ways he couldn't have anticipated. As tensions escalated between the werewolves and humans, skirmishes became more frequent, each encounter leaving wounds—physical and emotional.One fateful night, Ethan led a scouting mission near the edge of their territory, hoping to gather intelligence on human movements. The air was thick with tension as they navigated through dense woods, wary of ambushes. Suddenly, the forest erupted in chaos as arrows flew from the shadows, catching them off guard.Bella, always at Ethan's side, took an arrow to her shoulder, grimacing in pain but staying on her feet. Ethan's heart clenched at the sight of her injured, his protective instincts roaring to life. He swiftly assessed the situation, barking orders to his pack members to cover their retreat. They fought fiercely, using their enhanced senses and agility to evade the human attackers.In the midst of the chaos, Ethan s