Destined mate
Damien – POV
I glanced toward Ashiel, seated at the far end of the library. He looked pale. Empty. Like a ghost of the vibrant man he used to be. His glow—his laughter, that cheeky smile—was gone.
We were all gathered around the long library table. Cris hunched over his laptop, Ken beside him flipping through field notes, and Luxian with a worn-out book on werewolves open in his lap. He’d been reading a lot about his kind lately, learning everything he could. He was doing better than expected—stronger. It had been a month since his last episode, and still… no sign of the sickness returning.