Athena's POV “I'm fine,” I reassured Ralph as he left for the emergency. Concealing the baffling headaches that plagued me, especially since Ralph's departure the night before. I kept the details from him, determined to understand what was happening.Sitting in the living room, questions swirled in my mind. ‘Why was I naked? Why did I feel tired? Why couldn't I remember anything? And why was I so hungry?’ Ralph returned, concern etched across his face. "How are you feeling?" he inquired, measuring my temperature with a gentle touch.“I’m fine,” I replied, sensing his disbelief. He mentioned calling a doctor, and soon enough, one arrived, examining me with questions and a thorough examination.“Everything shows you're fine, except these constant headaches. I'll give you a shot, and then we'll see if it persists,” the doctor concluded.“I need to keep a close

Athena’s POVMy connection with Ralph blossomed, he stopped the expectation of odd and even days.Tala handled the spy planted to watch over me, but caution lingered in my mind. "Someone is here to see you." Yifa announced it to me one morning. "Who?""Ulf’s mother." My heart skipped a beat, pondering why she sought me out.Approaching the outside lounge, I found an elderly woman seated. Despite being Ulf's mother, her kind demeanor struck me, reminiscent of Ralph's former wife."I hope I'm not interrupting your precious time?" she asked softly."No, you're not," I replied with a smile, taking a seat beside her."You're the only one who can help me talk to Ralph about my daughter.""Okay?""She has been very rude and steps on everyone's nerves, but she is still my daughter. I need her released to me." She admitted, her voice broke."I don't want her to die, that will leave me childless." Tears rolled down her eyes.Taking responsibility, I assured her, "I'll talk to him, she'll be r

Ralph's POV Athena's behaviour had subtly shifted, a delicate fragility veiling her lately. She always withdrew interest in midnight festivities. It seemed a wish for a connection echoed in her eyes, one that the absence of a wolf created. The joyous games, staged by the balanced partnership between others and their wolves, became a constant reminder of her situation.I yearned for moments alone with Athena, a desire fueled by the discomfort of witnessing her isolation. A determination formed within me, I would go to great lengths to assist her in acquiring a wolf, if that isn't possible I'll still support and love her. I noticed Bardulf's apparent absence. I chose to divert my thoughts, avoiding the complexities that might cloud the joyous atmosphere.As the festivities came to an end, Gonzolo and Tidwulf prepared to depart. “Your face bears the glow of newfound insight,” Tidwulf remarked, a knowing smile playing on his lips, a reference to the counsel he had offered regarding

Athena's POVThroughout that evening, I pondered the shaman's final words and the meaning behind them. Concealing my visit to the shaman from Tala and Ralph, I kept the experience to myself. On the contrary, Yifa was relieved that I was unharmed. His words echoed in my mind, even haunting my thoughts as night fell. The unsettling question lingered. What if his warning about carrying an evil spirit was true? The following morning, Yifa noticed my unease. "Are you still troubled by that bizarre shaman?" she inquired. I managed a weak smile."Please, put it out of your mind. People isolate him for a reason," she comforted, attempting to console my troubled thoughts. I asked Alpha to bring up another topic. "I think he went out," Yifa replied.Attempting to lift my spirits, I had breakfast and picked up a book. However, the effect of uncertainty remained. Eventually, I decided to go to the salon with Yifa. The atmosphere there was pleasant, and the lady attending to us exuded warmth.

Ahena’s POVUpon returning to reality, an indescribable surge of emotions overwhelmed me, a mix of the boy's pain and the haunting fear that I might be dead. Clutching my chest, I wrestled to regain control.“Are you okay?” Yifa's distant voice broke through. I couldn't find the words to respond.“I knew working in that kitchen all day would take its toll,” she said, her voice trembling as she squatted before me.“Are you crying?” Her surprise echoed, as tears unknowingly traced my cheeks.Using my handkerchief, I wiped away the tears and leaned back in the chair, drawing deep breaths.“Should I call someone?” Yifa offered, concern etched across her face. Silently,