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THIRD-PERSON LIMITED Later in the afternoon, Rowan sent the beta to bring the Andersons to his office. Milo’s parents entered the alpha’s office with stiff shoulders and tired eyes. The sleepless night had aged them; fear had carved new lines on their faces. Mrs. Anderson’s hands trembled as she held her purse. Mr. Anderson, always calm, looked unsettled.Rowan motioned for them to sit.“You… you have news?” Mrs. Anderson asked anxiously.Rowan nodded once. “We do. But I need you to be calm. What we’re about to tell you will be difficult to hear.”They exchanged a glance, gripping each other’s hands.“Milo’s condition hasn’t improved,” Rowan began. “Despite every healing technique we tried. Today, the healer and pack magician discovered why.”Merek stepped forward. “He was stabbed with an ancient poisoned knife. The poison prevents his wolf from healing his wounds.”“Oh my God!” Mrs. Anderson gasped, covering her mouth.“What are you saying?” Mr. Anderson swallowed. “Is… is there a

THIRD-PERSON LIMITED The Andersons’ kitchen had never felt so cold.The overhead light hummed softly, casting long shadows across the tiled floor and the wooden cabinets. They had been sitting at that table since they returned from the Riveras in silence.Milo’s parents had always been composed, steady people; accustomed to the danger of pack life, accustomed to the unpredictability of their son growing up as a shifter. But nothing in their years of being parents to a werewolf shifter had prepared them for this.“What if we lose him?” Mrs. Anderson finally voiced out her fears. Mr. Anderson froze.The words struck him like a physical blow. He sprang to his feet and went to his wife. His eyes raw, his mouth drawn tight. “Don’t say that. Don’t…” His voice cracked, something it almost never did. “He’s our boy. He’s our whole life. He can’t just… he can’t die. Not like this. Not when he’s only twenty.”Mrs. Anderson’s shoulders shook as tears spilled freely. She lifted her hands to cov

The sky was still pale when we reached the pack grounds. My heart was pounding so hard it felt as if it were trying to escape my chest. I sat in the backseat of the Andersons’ car, clutching my bag on my lap, staring out the window as towering buildings and parked vehicles gave way to forest-lined roads and the imposing front gate.The guards recognized the Andersons immediately. Their eyes briefly flicked to me, assessing, but no one questioned anything. Mrs. Anderson, who didn't sit in the passager seat but sat with me at the back gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as we drove in.“You’re not alone, Gal,” she murmured. “Whatever happens, we’re with you.”But that didn’t stop my fingers from trembling.As soon as the car stopped, I was out before either of them. I didn’t wait for directions. My legs already knew the path. I ran down the hallway, I didn't even pick my bag. My shoes echoing sharply on the floor tiles, and pushed open the sick bay doors. The smell hit me first;clean lin

The air shimmered around me like liquid silver. I could feel it pressing against my skin; cool and heavy, humming with a rhythm that wasn’t quite sound. The world beyond the moon circle had already begun to fade: trees, faces, voices all blurring into shadow. Only the altar’s glow remained clear, etched in white fire against the dark.The Blood Moon hung directly above us now; vast, pulsing, alive. It was beautiful, terrible, and impossibly close, as if one more breath might let me touch it.Rowan’s voice cut through the stillness, deep and sure. “We begin with the Consent Ritual.”I turned toward him. The Alpha stood opposite me, his silver eyes bright as molten metal. Around the circle, the magician, healer, and warriors stood watch, their heads bowed in reverence. Even the forest seemed to have gone still, every leaf and branch leaning toward us.Rowan stepped closer, his expression solemn. “Gal Rivera,” he said, his voice carrying easily over the hush, “the Moon and the Wolf see y

The air felt too still like the world itself was waiting to see if I’d survive. The moon above hung immense and red, its light pouring down on me, cold and merciless. My entire body trembled. My chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths, the pain from the earlier phases still echoing beneath my skin.Rowan stood before me at the edge of the circle. His eyes glowed faint silver, the mark of his authority and the wolf within him. Every muscle in his body looked coiled, controlled, yet ready to release.He took one slow step closer. “You’ve done well, Gal,” he said quietly, his tone not unkind. “But the final threshold lies ahead. The bite seals the bond, your body must accept the wolf through blood and pain.”My throat tightened. I already felt half-broken. My pulse thundered in my ears, and a part of me wanted to beg him to stop, to wait just a little longer. But another part, the deeper part knew this had to happen now. The ritual wasn’t complete until the bite bound me to the pack