Tyler pov

Tyler pov

As Jax ran through the forest with his packmates, he couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. He had always been proud of his werewolf abilities, but now that his family and friends had joined him in the pack, he felt even stronger.

Tyler looked over at Jax, his father, and felt a surge of respect and admiration for the man who had brought them all together. He knew that Jax had taken a great risk in performing the spell, but he also knew that it had been worth it.

"Thanks, Dad," Tyler said, running alongside him. "For everything."

Jax smiled, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "I'm just glad that we're all together, Tyler. That's what matters most."

Tyler nodded, feeling a sense of unity and purpose with his packmates. They were a family, and they would always be there for each other, no matter what.

As the days passed, Mia found herself growing more and more comfortable with her werewolf form. She loved the feeling of power and strength that came with it, a