Mona's POV The seventh wolf I purified that morning looked exactly like my mother would have, if she'd lived past thirty.Same auburn hair, same green eyes that emerged as the shadow corruption burned away. She collapsed in my arms, gasping a name—"Michael, my son, Michael"—and I held her while she sobbed, my own strength draining like water through a sieve. Derek's hand pressed against my back, his touch the only thing keeping me upright as black spots danced across my vision."That's enough for today," he said, his voice tight with barely controlled fear. Through our bond, I felt what he felt—my life force flickering like a candle in wind, getting dimmer with each purification."There are three more," I protested, looking at the caged Shadow Walkers snarling in the morning sun. Three more people trapped inside monsters, aware but helpless, screaming behind eyes that couldn't cry."And they'll still be there tomorrow." Leon stepped forward, his alpha command bleeding into his voice.
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