Titan's POV I sit at the edge of my mother’s bed, watching her fingers tremble as she tries to hold onto the cup of tea one of the nurses brought. Her hands used to be steady, strong—this was the same woman who trained me with a wooden sword when I was barely tall enough to lift it. But now, even lifting a cup looks like a battle.She catches me staring and gives me that stubborn little smile she always wears when she doesn’t want me to worry. “Don’t look at me like that, Titan,” she says softly. “I’m alive. That’s more than what you feared, isn’t it?”Her voice is gentle, but I can hear the hidden strain in it. My chest tightens. She’s right, days ago I was terrified I would lose her. Poison has a way of killing slowly, robbing piece by piece until there’s nothing left. The healers managed to save her, but they couldn’t repair everything. She’ll live, but walking will be a challenge, and shifting into her wolf might never be the same again.I swallow the lump in my throat and try to
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