Third Person POV
The darkness was thick and suffocating, pressing in on her chest until each breath was a struggle. But through the haze of shadows, ghostly figures appeared, flickering like distant stars in the night. Juliet stood first — pale, almost translucent, her eyes filled with sorrow and regret. Behind her, Everett and Koa’s forms emerged, their faces etched with pain and determination.
A low, haunting howl rose, the sound of their wolves echoing in the void — broken, desperate, and full of longing.
Everett’s voice came like a whisper carried on the wind, soft but laden with meaning.
“Love isn’t selfish, Taryn,” he said. “But it is brave. Every choice comes with sacrifice.”
The images of their blood-stained bodies flashed before her eyes, and she felt the weight of centuries
