Nobela ni Nana Aisha

Timothy's POV I drove for three hours by myself.Carson had offered to come. Had suggested that arriving with support might be advisable given the circumstances. But I had told him to stay in Dhuran. This was not a situation that required witnesses. This was something I needed to do alone, with the DNA report folded in my jacket pocket and three years of carefully maintained control sitting at the very edge of where I could still manage it.The village looked exactly as it had the first time. Quiet, ordinary, completely indifferent to the fact that it had been hiding my son for three years inside one small cottage at the end of a dirt road.I parked at the edge of the road and walked the rest of the way.The cottage door opened before I reached the gate and Teresa stepped out.She saw me and stopped moving entirely.Every trace of colour left her face in a single moment. Her hand came up and found the doorframe beside her, steadying herself against it, and her eyes locked onto mine

Timothy's POV Carson had advised against coming personally.He had said it twice in the car and once more at the edge of the village road, standing beside me with his hands clasped and his expression neutral in the way it became when he disagreed with a decision but had already accepted that the decision was made.I had not responded either time.There were things that photographs could tell you and things that photographs could not. The weight of a moment. The specific quality of a silence. The way a person moved when they thought nobody was watching them and the mask they wore for the world had come completely off.I needed to see the child with my own eyes.We had positioned ourselves behind a dense hedgerow on the far side of the narrow road that ran in front of the cottage. Far enough to be invisible. Close enough that the morning light gave me a clear, unobstructed view of the small front yard and the door that opened onto it.We waited for forty minutes before the door opened.

Teresa's POV I stopped counting the hours somewhere around the second night.Time had collapsed into something smaller and more urgent than hours. It moved in heartbeats instead. Kai's heartbeats, measured on the portable monitor Dr. Green had left on the bedside table, its small screen glowing in the dark while I sat beside my son and watched numbers that should not have been allowed to fluctuate the way they did.Seventy-two. Stable enough to breathe.Sixty-one. My hand would find his wrist automatically.Fifty-four. I would reach for the emergency medication and measure the dose with hands that I forced to stay steady through nothing but will.Three days had passed like this.Master Liu had taught me about the heart long before any medical school had. She had taught me that the heart responded to things science could not always measure. Temperature. Touch. Sound. The specific frequency of a voice that a person trusted completely. I had used everything she taught me, combining it w

Timothy's POV Something was wrong.I knew it from the way she walked towards the jet with her bag pressed close to her side and her eyes fixed straight ahead, like looking back might cost her something she couldn't afford to lose. I knew it from the way she had quickly refused my offer to come with her with that particular brand of refusal she used when a decision was already made and no argument in the world was going to change it.Teresa Sawyer had been lying to me.Not about small things. Not about anything simple.I stood on the airstrip long after the jet had disappeared into the blue and told myself I was being irrational. She was a doctor. Medical emergencies happened. People had professional crises that had nothing to do with anyone else and everything to do with their work.I told myself that for exactly two days before I called Carson.He was in my suite within the hour, his expression already arranged into the neutrality he used when he suspected I wasn't going to like wha

Teresa's POV I woke up with Timothy's words still ringing in my ears.He was already looking. That was what he had said. Not in those exact words, but the meaning had been clear enough. I lay still for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling of the villa while the morning light came through the curtains in pale gold strips.Suddenly my phone buzzed.I almost didn't look at it. I almost turned it face down and told myself it could wait until after breakfast, after the children woke up, after I had gathered enough composure to face another day pretending everything was fine.But something made me pick it up.The message was from Mei.Just three words.“Call me now.”My blood went cold before I had even dialed the number.Mei answered on the first ring. Her voice was steady but I had known her long enough to hear the fear underneath it."His breathing changed two nights ago," she said. "He couldn't sleep. He kept waking up and his lips were going blue at the edges. I gave him the medicat

Teresa's POV The morning after felt like stepping carefully around broken glass.Nothing had shattered. Nothing had been said that couldn't be unsaid. But the air between Timothy and me carried the weight of what almost happened on that beach, and I moved through breakfast with the awareness of someone who knew exactly how fragile the moment was.The call about Mrs. Williams had turned out to be minor. A routine authorization Timothy needed to approve before his mother's medical team could adjust her medication. Nothing urgent. Nothing life-threatening.But it had broken the spell completely.By the time Timothy returned to the villa the previous night, the moment between us had cooled into something quieter. We had said goodnight with a distance that felt both necessary and unbearable. I had laid awake for hours staring at the ceiling, replaying every second on that beach, every word he said, every place his hands had been.I told myself it was good that we were interrupted. And I a

Tricia’s POVThe Blood Moon hung high above the courtyard, burning crimson across the sky and turning every shadow sharp, every movement dangerous.I stood at the edge of the circle, feeling the pulse of the pack. The tension was thick enough to choke. I could sense Blake struggling against the poison that gnawed at him like a living thing. His claws scraped against the stone beneath him, teeth bared, and even from where I stood I could feel the poison tearing through him.Tristan moved with a confidence I hated. Every motion was precise, controlled, like he had done this a thousand times before. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t falter. The smirk on his face told me he believed victory was already his.The pack watched.And I could feel their fear.Their loyalty wavered, their instincts screaming at them to choose the stronger wolf.The bond between Blake and me strained, stretched tight like a rope pulled over jagged stone. I felt every pulse of his pain. Every twitch of his wolf as it fo

BlakeThe moment Tristan announced his claim, every instinct inside me ignited like wildfire, My wolf roared, claws pushing beneath my skin, teeth aching to tear into him.But the poison fought back.It twisted through my veins, gnawing at my strength with brutal precision. My vision blurred for a heartbeat, and I stumbled forward, nearly collapsing in the middle of the courtyard.Only the bond kept me upright.Tricia’s hand pressed firmly against me, steady and unyielding. The connection between us tightened, anchoring me when my body threatened to give out.Around us, the pack erupted in murmurs—shock, fear, and disbelief rippling through the courtyard.The elders also stared openly now, unable to hide their astonishment. An Alpha faltering before the pack during a Blood Moon was unheard of. An Alpha weakened by poison while standing beside his mate was even worse.Tristan stepped closer.Confidence radiated from him like heat from a flame. Every step he took sent another wave of f

Tricia’s POVThe moment the strange words left my mouth, the courtyard fell into a silence so deep that even the wind moving across the estate seemed to pause.I don’t understand what I just said.The sound of the language still echoed faintly in my ears, but it didn’t belong to any voice I recognized, the syllables carried a rhythm that felt older, by the time the final word faded from my lips, I realized I never chose the language at all.It simply arrived.My hand was still pressed against Blake’s chest when I noticed the change around us.The wolves filling the courtyard moments ago were no longer standing the way they were before. One by one, their heads began to lower. None of them seemed aware of why they were doing that, their bodies responded to the command naturally..Confusion tightened in my chest.I never told them to do anything. I only whispered those strange words without even understanding what they meant.“Blake,” I said quietly, the uncertainty in my voice impossi

Blake’s POVThe tremor hits first as a subtle vibration beneath my feet. The stone of the Blackwood estate feels alive, and instinct tells me this is not an ordinary quake.The Blood Moon.It should not be rising tonight. Every instinct inside me knows that the sky is breaking the natural order that governs the packs. The elders track the moon with obsessive precision because the timing has always been sacred, yet the vibration spreading through the walls of the estate tells me the moon is climbing into the sky far earlier than it should.Tristan moved toward the stairway, and the moment he pushed the archive door open the red light spilling down from the upper levels confirms it.The Blood Moon has begun its ascent.The courtyard turned into chaos instantly. Wolves screamed, stumbled and ran in confusion. By the time Tristan and I reached the upper corridor, the panic among the pack had already begun spreading.The elders arrived moments later.They rush across the courtyard toward

Tricia’s pov The moment Tristan’s blade left my skin, pain exploded through my neck—sharp and violent, like fire tearing through dry wood. A breath rips from my lungs before I could stop it. This is nothing compared to the first cut. That one felt like poison spreading into my blood slowly, deliberate and cruel. This is different. This feels forced. Driven deeper. My knees weaken, but I refuse to fall. Tristan is still watching, and I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me collapse. Blake moves first. The instant my blood hits the air, fury ignites in his eyes. The bond between us snapped tight as his wolf surged forward with the same violent instinct that nearly tore Tristan apart in the council hall. “Blake,” I managed, though the word came out uneven. The burning began to spread. At first, I expected the same sickness as before—the slow drag into darkness, the weakness that followed the poison’s path through my veins. But this time— Something was

Blake’s POVThe bond between us does not speak in words, yet when fear moves through it, I feel it instantly.I was in the training courtyard with several warriors when it hits—sharp and sudden, like a blade sliding between my ribs. It’s not mine , not the anger that had followed me since Tristan returned.This is hers.Cold. Suffocating.My body reacted before my mind caught up.I turned toward the main building without saying a word. The warriors nearby fell silent the moment they saw my expression. They knew something was wrong, they just didn't know what.Tricia was in danger.The poison inside my veins flares as I move through the corridor, but the pain barely registers because the only thing that matters, was finding her, the bond pulls at me, feeding fragments into my chest.Lower floors.Stone walls.The old archives beneath the western wing.The moment the realization hits me, I break into a run.Servants stepped out of my path. No one speaks. No one dares. Every wolf in thi