FEDORA’S POVMy heart pounded in my chest as the chaos in the hospital reached its peak. Accusations and suspicions swirled around me like a tempest, threatening to consume my spirit. I stood amidst the commotion, my true identity as the Luna of the pack exposed for all to see. It was a moment I had both anticipated and feared.Alpha Lorcan, his eyes blazing with fury, stood at my side, a protective force emanating from his very being. His voice boomed through the tumultuous atmosphere, cutting through the noise like a blade. "Silence!" he commanded, his alpha authority resonating with every word.The room fell quiet, every gaze fixed upon Alpha Lorcan. With a voice filled with righteous indignation, he addressed the crowd, his words laced with a potent mix of anger and disappointment. "You dare accuse Fedora of such heinous deeds? You have been blinded by the lies woven by Dr. Severon, who seeks to shift the blame onto an innocent soul."Gasps of realization rippled through the room

FEDORA’S POVThe air grew heavy with the weight of my inquiry, the question that hung between us like a pendulum, poised to reveal the depth of Dr. Severon's descent into darkness. I peered into his eyes, once windows to compassion and healing, now veiled in shadows that hinted at a malevolent force lurking within.Lorcan's presence lingered, a silent guardian outside the room, his gaze an unspoken connection that anchored me even as my attention remained locked onto the man before me. Dr. Severon's transformation was a riddle that begged to be unraveled, a puzzle with pieces scattered across the landscape of his fractured soul.A turbulent mix of emotions swirled within me - anger, confusion, and a profound sorrow for the man who had fallen so far from grace. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the depths of his transformation, a metamorphosis into a creature of malice and cruelty."You think that justifies your actions?" I shot back, my voice quivering with a blend of fru

FEDORA’S POVAs the days unfolded, a sense of transformation settled upon the horizon of our lives. The weight of Severon's fate had been settled, a resolution that had been tempered by my insistence on compassion and mercy. Lorcan's decision to grant a quick, private death instead of a public execution was a testament to the evolution he had undergone, a shift from the initial desire for retribution to a recognition of the value of redemption.The change in Lorcan was palpable, a metamorphosis that echoed the shedding of a burden that had long weighed him down. The darkness that had shrouded his soul began to recede, and in its place, a glimmer of healing and relief emerged. The hospital, a place that had witnessed both pain and recovery, now bore witness to a man on the path to redemption.During those moments of healing and recovery, an unexpected bond flourished between Lorcan and me. The shared responsibilities of caring for Neio had brought us closer, creating a bridge of unders

From my vantage point, the Luna Association urgency was palpable. An emergency meeting of the Lunas had been summoned, gathering us from far and wide. As Luna, my responsibilities extended beyond the confines of our pack, transcending borders and alliances. This call was different; it wasn't about territorial disputes or diplomatic entanglements. It was about the autistic children.The Luna Association, a beacon of hope, had been diligently working to carve out a sanctuary for those most vulnerable among us – the autistic children and the ones who had lost their parents, left adrift in a world they scarcely understood. Our hearts were bound to their well-being, their futures a shared responsibility.But the fabric of our hopes had been torn asunder by an act of malice. Rogues, those who had severed ties with the pack, had brazenly stolen our resources while we were deep in our mission. The safety of the children we had come to cherish was at stake, and so, a unanimous decision was rea

FEDORA'S POVI stood frozen outside Lorcan's office, the weight of his words settling like a heavy storm within me. The conversation that I overheard was a jarring revelation, one that threatened to shatter the fragile balance I had been trying to maintain. It was clear that they were discussing me, my role, my future, and it was a conversation that I probably shouldn't have heard. But the implications were too significant to ignore, and a sense of urgency propelled me to listen."Whether Fedora is ready for this responsibility or not, she'll have to give me a child. That's her duty," Lorcan's voice echoed in my ears, each word a painful reminder of the expectations that weighed upon me.His child? My heart skipped a beat, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. I had been prepared for the possibility of becoming a mother, but the lack of consent in his words struck me like a cold gust of wind. We had discussed respecting each other's boundaries, and now it seemed that a line had