Alastair's Pov
The moonlit night embraced our pack territory, casting an ethereal glow over the clearing. My heart swelled with pride as I watched my pack members transform into their majestic wolf forms, embracing their werewolf heritage under the luminous moon.
Clara, the woman who had captured my heart, stood at the edge of the clearing, observing the transformation with a mixture of awe and curiosity. Her presence always sparked a whirlwind of emotions within me, from the protectiveness of an alpha to the tender affection of a man in love.
The pack's howls filled the air, creating a haunting melody that resonated with the ancient spirits of our ancestors. I found myself drawn to Clara, unable to resist the magnetic pull she had on my soul.
As the moon reached its zenith, the pack settled around the crackling bonfire. Suspenseful and playful stories echoed through the clearing, each member relishing the camaraderie that bound us together.
Clara sat close to me, her eyes reflecting
