Triplets’ POV: Sebastian, Lucien & Alexander
Father was dying.
The illness had come suddenly, striking him down without warning. Even the pack’s doctor, a man known for curing sicknesses that should have claimed lives, could not understand it.
Or cure it.
Some would call it misfortune.
We called it something else.
Fate.
A quiet consequence for what he had done.
The memory of that night still burned in our minds. The way he touched what was ours. The way he showed no shame.
Perhaps the Moon Goddess had decided to judge him before we could.
Or perhaps… we would finish what fate had started.
The doctor straightened after examining him, his expression grim.
“He is getting worse,” he muttered.
We stood beside the bed, our expressions carefully controlled.
“Do everything you can to
