"How is she?" Lucian asked the pack doctor, his voice low but edged with worry, eyes never leaving the woman lying motionless on the bed. Athena looked so pale like a withered flower that had once bloomed fiercely just the night before when she fought for the right to become Luna.
The doctor frowned slightly as he checked her vitals, his fingers methodical yet gentle.
"She's stable, Alpha," he finally said. "But she needs plenty of rest. Her wolf is incredibly strong… and her body just couldn't keep up with it."
Marco, who had been standing quietly in the corner, stepped forward, holding a clipboard close to his chest.
"That could also explain why she's struggling to shift," he added. "It's as if her body and her wolf are at war inside her."
Lucian swallowed hard. His ches
