Isla’s POV
It’s been five straight days buried in the pack’s library, scrolls scattered across every table, dust clinging to my fingers and sleeves.
My head throbbed from the endless search, ancient rituals, forbidden cures, blood oaths, anything that could undo what Killian had become. Nothing made sense.
Every line of old text seemed to mock me, reminding me that no one had ever come back from a transformation like his.
Behind me, Liam’s voice broke the silence. “Isla, seems like your little puppy vampire needs some blood.”
I didn’t bother looking at him. “Hey, learn some respect. He’s still your Alpha,” I said, sharper than I intended. My patience was thinning by the hour.
Liam leaned against the doorframe, his smirk half hearted. “That guy over there that craves for blood woul
