Ferguson's POV I paced my room, restless. The eclipse was about to peak. I could tell from the salty taste in my mouth. It always came when I couldn't feel or contact my wolf.I could see the sky through my window—blank without the moon or stars. “This is going to be a long night,” I muttered. I couldn't wait for this nightmare to be over.A bang on my door startled me. It continued rapidly with a steady rhythm. Who dared pound on my door like that? Did he have a death wish? Even Karl never banged my door this way.I strode to the door, throwing it open with force.“What is it?” I barked at the warrior that stood outside, my voice hoarse.I saw the tension on his face, eyes dull. I calmed myself immediately.“Alpha, Gregor– he sent me,” he stuttered. “You– you need to see this.”My eyes scanned his face. If I could scent right now, I was sure his fear would be all over the hallway.I followed him without a word. The air outside was chill, slicing through my skin.Gregor hurried t
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