At the lake where the corruption lies. James sits on a tree branch nearby as he watches the moon while Selene deals with the werewolves while Austin handles the corruption.

“How irresponsible. You don’t care if he dies or succeeds?” Selene said.

“He won’t die, and I don’t intend to let him.” Jason said.

Just then, An explosion comes from corruption. Flower petals erupt from the corruption, revealing Chise, Jade, and Lrya, both safe and well.

And soon the sun began to peek over the horizon, a powerful surge of energy erupted from Austin as Jason and the other wolves turned back into Humans.

“Good work, Austin.” Jason said.

“Jason.” Austin said. “Flowers, huh?”

Jasper said. “My Queen.”

Barney said. “You’re safe!”

“That was clever.” Anakin said.

Jade, with her characteristic wit, retorted, "Austin is not solely about destruction."

In the wake of the battle, as the sun rose higher in the sky, a sense of tranquility settled over the lake and its surroundings. The corruption had been quelled, and the group of heroes stood victorious. They had faced formidable challenges and emerged triumphant, their bonds strengthened through shared experiences and unwavering determination.

As Austin gazed upon Selene, Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still. In that moment, the chaos and turmoil of the battle faded away, replaced by a profound sense of peace and connection.

And soon, Selene put her hood up and started to walk away.

In the morning's embrace, Jason's voice hung in the air, laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Are you leaving? You still haven't revealed the purpose of your visit," he said, his gaze fixed on Selene.

Selene's eyes bore an ethereal glow, reflecting the fading light. A serene smile graced her lips as she responded, "The corruption that plagued this realm has been eradicated. My purpose here is fulfilled. As for the boy, Austin, his destiny lies in your hands. Wield his power with caution, for countless entities covet his abilities."

With a gentle sigh, Selene's figure shimmered like a mirage, dissipating into the shadows. Jason's eyes widened in a mix of awe and uncertainty as he witnessed the sorceress's ethereal departure.

A sudden cry pierced the silence, pulling Jason back to the present. Austin, who had been standing nearby, stumbled forward, his body succumbing to exhaustion. With swift reflexes, Jason caught the young boy, cradling him in his arms.

Concern etched on his face, Jason turned to his companions, seeking answers. "What's happening to Austin?" he asked, his voice filled with urgency.

Jade, the Ariel, stepped forward, her eyes scanning Austin's form. "His magical production circuits appear to be depleted. He requires rest," she explained.

Anakin, the stoic warrior, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Sleep will aid in his recovery," he said.

A sense of relief washed over Jason as he carried Austin to a bed that they carried. Gently, he laid the young boy on the soft bed, ensuring his comfort.

As Austin drifted into a peaceful slumber, his breathing gradually steadied. Jason's mind raced, contemplating the ominous prophecy that loomed over Austin's future. The revelation had left him with a heavy heart, but he was determined to find a way to alter the boy's fate.

A soft whisper broke the silence, causing Jason to turn his gaze towards Austin. The young boy's eyes fluttered open, revealing a hint of fear and vulnerability. "Hey, Jason," Austin uttered feebly.

"Yes, Austin. What is it?" Jason replied, his voice gentle and reassuring.

With trembling lips, Austin posed a question that tugged at Jason's heartstrings. "When am I going to die?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jason's heart skipped a beat as a wave of sadness washed over him. He had hoped to shield Austin from the harsh truth, but fate had a way of revealing itself.

"I... I don't know for sure, Austin. But I've read about it. It says that if nothing is done, you may have only three years left," Jason said, his voice heavy with emotion. "However, we've been working on a way to prevent that. You don't have to worry. We won't give up on you."

A flicker of hope ignited in Austin's eyes. "Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked, his voice still weak but tinged with a hint of understanding.

Jason hesitated, unsure how to explain the complexities of the situation to a young boy. "I wanted to protect you, Austin. I didn't want to burden you with the weight of the future. But I realize now that you deserve to know the truth," he said, his gaze locked with Austin's.

A profound silence enveloped the room as Austin absorbed Jason's words. In that moment, a bond of trust and understanding formed between the two of them.

With newfound determination, Jason vowed to do everything in his power to change Austin's fate and soon Austin touches Jason’s face.

"Until you don't need me anymore... I'll stay by your... side..." Austin's words echoed in Jason's heart, a promise that resonated with profound significance. And as Austin's eyelids fluttered closed, succumbing to exhaustion, Jason knew that their bond had transcended mere friendship. It was a bond forged in the crucible of adversity, a testament to the enduring power of human connection.

Barney stated, “Observe the exceptional male, receiving a confession from a female.

You have elicited admiration within me, my wolf friend.”

“Yeah, except he's a guy.” Jason said.

Barney's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of amusement lighting up his features. He had been so engrossed in the intricate dynamics of the unfolding confession that he had momentarily overlooked the gender discrepancy.

"Ah, indeed! The complexities of human relationships continue to confound and amaze," Barney replied, his voice tinged with a mix of contemplation and amusement. "In our world, where societal norms often dictate our perceptions, it is refreshing to encounter situations that challenge our preconceived notions. The gender of the individuals involved in this confession does not diminish its significance or the depth of the emotions expressed. Love, in all its manifestations, transcends societal boundaries and preconceived notions."

Barney's words resonated with Jason, who nodded in agreement. They both recognized that the confession they had witnessed transcended the confines of gender and societal expectations. It was a testament to the universal human capacity for love and connection.

“It looks like you’ll finally have what you’ve sought, after your long journey. I’m glad for you.” Lyra said.

“Shall we return to our home, Austin?” Jason said.

Some days later, at the Great Gray lodge, life resumed to normal. The warmth of the Great Gray Lodge enveloped Jason, Anakin, and the others as they settled back into their routine. The memory of their journey into the corruption's past still lingered, but they were determined to move forward.

Anakin is on his own phone, texting to some friends, Blazea is watching television with Luna and Shaina, Rider is playing his guitar, Nyla plays basketball with Howl, Sara, Graylen, and Winter, Fern plays chess with Willow, Vega paints while Lumiya is in the Garden, Jackson, Lupin, and Aki play in the jungle gym.

It was moments like these that Jason cherished, moments of peace and normalcy amidst the chaos of their battles against the magical world, like the corruption at Ulthar.

He walked over to Rider, who was strumming a beautiful melody on his guitar. "Hey, Rider, that sounds amazing. What's the song?"

Rider looked up, his eyes shining with passion. "Thanks, Austin! I'm just messing around with a new composition. I call it 'Hope's Refrain'."

Jason listened intently, letting the music wash over him. It was a song of hope and resilience, of fighting against the darkness and finding the light.

As he listened, he felt a sense of pride and belonging. These were his friends, his family, and together, they would face whatever challenges came their way.

The music faded, and Rider smiled. "What do you think? Should I add a violin solo?"

Jason grinned. "Definitely! I can already imagine Jackson's beautiful violin accompaniment."

Rider nodded, his eyes sparkling with creativity. "I'll ask him to join me next time."

As Jason continued his stroll around the lodge, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. This was their sanctuary, their haven from the corruption's reach. And in moments like these, he knew they would always find a way to overcome, to rise above the darkness and shine.

However, Austin still hasn't woken up, in his room, resting, surrounded by a plethora of creatures.

“His breath and his pulse are stable. It hasn’t hurt him physically yet. Austin may be more capable than I thought.” Alisa said.

“You think.” Jason said.

Alisa nodded, her eyes fixed on Austin's peaceful face. "Yes, I do. Whatever is happening in his mind, it's not affecting his physical body. That's a good sign."

Jason's expression was skeptical. "But for how long? We can't keep him in this state indefinitely."

Alisa's brow furrowed in concern. "I know. We need to find a way to bring him back to us, but I'm not sure how. His mind is locked in some kind of internal battle, and I don't know how to reach him."

Just then, a soft mewling sound came from the corner of the room, where a small, furry creature was watching Austin with big, round eyes. "Maybe we have an unexpected ally," Alisa said, smiling.

The creature, a tiny, winged being with a mischievous grin, fluttered forward, its wings beating rapidly as it hovered above Austin's chest. "Pixie?" Jason said, surprised.

Alisa nodded. "It seems this Pixie has taken a liking to Austin. And maybe, just maybe, she can help us reach him.”

“How.” Jason said.

Alisa's eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement. "Pixie has a special gift - she can communicate with minds. If anyone can reach Austin, it's her."

Jason's expression turned thoughtful. "Okay, let's try it. But if anything goes wrong..."

Alisa nodded reassuringly. "I'll be monitoring Austin's vitals closely. We'll stop if there's any sign of distress."

With a gentle flutter, the Pixie settled on Austin's forehead, her tiny hands tracing delicate patterns on his skin. A soft hum filled the air, and Austin's eyes began to flutter, as if he was dreaming.

Suddenly, Pixie's voice whispered in their minds. "Austin's mind is a maze of memories and emotions. But I see a glimmer of light... a spark of hope. Follow me."

Jason and Alisa exchanged a look of wonder, their hearts filled with a sense of possibility. Maybe, just maybe, they could rescue Austin from the depths of his own mind.

As Pixie led the way, Jason and Alisa followed her into the labyrinthine corridors of Austin's mind. They navigated through a kaleidoscope of memories, emotions, and thoughts, each one revealing a piece of Austin's inner world.

They saw flashes of his past, moments of joy and sorrow, and glimpses of his deepest fears and desires. Pixie guided them through the maze, pointing out hidden doors and secret passages that only she knew existed.

Finally, they reached a door that shimmered with an otherworldly light. Pixie hovered before it, her wings beating rapidly as she whispered, "This is the heart of Austin's mind. What you find here will determine his fate."

With a deep breath, Jason and Alisa pushed open the door, revealing a chamber filled with a radiant glow. In the center, they found Austin, his eyes open, his spirit shining like a beacon.

"Austin!" Jason exclaimed, his voice full of relief.

Austin smiled, his eyes locking onto theirs. "I've been waiting for you. I was lost, but Pixie showed me the way out."

Together, they embraced, their bond stronger than ever. As they stood there, the chamber began to fade, and they found themselves back in Austin's room, surrounded by the creatures who had watched over him.

Austin looked around, taking in the familiar sights and faces. "I'm home," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

And with that, he finally woke up, his journey through the labyrinth of his mind complete as a magical light appeared all over him as he woke up.

As the magical light enveloped him, Austin's eyes sparkled with a newfound clarity, and a gentle smile spread across his face. The creatures surrounding him cheered and chirped in celebration, their joyous voices filling the room.

"Welcome back, Austin," Jason said.

Austin and Jason embraced, their joy complete as they celebrated Austin's return.

Austin was home, and life was good.

With Austin's return, the group was whole once more, their bond stronger than ever. The Pixie fluttered around Austin's head, her tiny wings shimmering with delight. The other creatures cheered and chattered, their voices a joyful cacophony.

Just then, a knock on the door, Anakin came to the door to find Simon, the local priest.

“Hey, Simon.” Anakin said.

“At least let me worry about him, Two weeks you’ve returned from Ulthar and he’s still not awake.” Simon said.

“Oh! he's awake now, It’s to be expected.

He was keeping his physical functions to a minimum, so he can focus on replenishing the magic he used.” Anakin said.

Simon's expression changed from concern to surprise. "Oh, thank the gods! I was worried sick about him. How is he? Can I see him?"

Anakin smiled and stepped aside, allowing Simon to enter. "He's doing well, considering. Still getting his bearings, but he's strong. He'll be back to his old self in no time."

As Simon approached Austin, he noticed the magical aura still surrounding him. "Ah, I see. He's still replenishing his magic. That's good. He'll need it for the challenges ahead."

Austin looked up at Simon, a hint of a smile on his face. "Hey, Simon. Thanks for checking in on me."

Simon placed a hand on Austin's shoulder, a warm smile on his face. "Anytime, my young friend. Welcome back. We've missed you."

“So, do you have any information on Selene?” Blazea said.

“No! Based on what you encounter at Ulthar, she was clearly after something.” Simon said.

“Excuse me, I have a question.” Austin asked. “Who is Selene, is she a vampire or something.”

Simon's expression turned serious, and he nodded solemnly. "Yes, Austin, Selene is a vampire. A powerful and ancient one, at that. She's been around for centuries, and her motives are always shrouded in mystery."

Jason's eyes narrowed. "What does she want, Simon? What's her endgame?"

Simon hesitated, collecting his thoughts before speaking. "From what I've gathered, Selene seeks an ancient artifact hidden in these lands. A relic of great power, rumored to grant immense strength and control over the forces of darkness."

Austin's eyes widened, his mind racing with the implications. "And she'll stop at nothing to get it?"

Simon nodded gravely. "Yes, Austin. Selene will do whatever it takes to claim that artifact. We need to be vigilant and prepared. She won't hesitate to strike when the time is right."

The group fell silent, the weight of Simon's words settling upon them. They knew that they had to be ready for whatever lay ahead, and that their bond and determination would be the keys to their survival.

“Now I have a question for you, now which one of you is gay.” Simon said.

“What!” both Jason and Austin said.

“Don't worry I'm not that type of person.” Simon chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "No, no, my young friends! I meant it in a purely platonic sense. I've noticed that one of you has a special connection, a bond that goes beyond mere friendship."

The group exchanged confused glances, unsure of what Simon was getting at. Austin spoke up, his voice laced with curiosity. "What are you talking about, Simon? We're all just friends here."

Simon smiled knowingly. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Austin. One of you has a heart that beats for another in a way that transcends friendship. And I'm not talking about romantic love, but a deep, abiding connection that only a select few experience."

The group fell silent, each one lost in their own thoughts. Jason and Austin exchanged a glance, and for a moment, they thought they saw something in each other's eyes, a spark of understanding that went beyond words. But it was gone in an instant, leaving them wondering if they had imagined it altogether.

“Anyway enough with the small talk we have another business to attend to, now that the search for Selene is at halt right now.” Simon said as he got out of pictures of mutilated Corpses.

The group's expression turned somber as Simon revealed the gruesome images. "What is this, Simon?" Austin asked, his voice laced with concern.

"These are the bodies of travelers who ventured into the nearby woods," Simon replied, his expression grave. "They've been found mutilated, with strange markings carved into their flesh. The locals are terrified, and I fear we're dealing with something sinister."

Jason's eyes narrowed. "You think Selene's involved?"

Simon nodded. "I do. These markings... they resemble the symbols we've seen in ancient texts, associated with dark magic and vampire rituals. I believe Selene's followers are behind this, and it's only a matter of time before they strike again."

The group's determination was palpable as they gazed at the disturbing images. They knew they had to act swiftly to unravel the mystery and put an end to the horrors unfolding in the shadows.

“Ok! We will do it.” Anakin said.

“Excellent.” Simon said. “Well, then, Austin, take care of yourself. Yep!”

Austin nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Will do, Simon. Thanks for your concern."

Simon smiled back, his eyes warm with friendship. "Anytime, Austin. Remember, we're all in this together. Take care, and let's reconvene soon to discuss our next move."

As Simon departed, the group began to disperse, each member lost in their own thoughts. Austin turned to his friends, his expression determined. "Well, it looks like we have a new mission. Let's get to work, guys."

Jason nodded, his eyes gleaming with resolve. "We'll get to the bottom of this. Together."

And with that, the group set off, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead, united in their quest for justice and protection of their community.

In the Afternoon, in the Lodge, everyone has been busy with a few things, Anakin and Blazea were trying to make lunches for the trip, while Jason, Shaina and Rider were huddled around a large map of the surrounding woods, pouring over every detail, trying to pinpoint the locations of the mutilated bodies and searching for any patterns or clues that might lead them to the source of the darkness.

Austin, meanwhile, sat in the corner, his eyes closed, his mind focused on his magic, trying to sense any disturbances in the natural balance, any hints of dark energy that might give them a lead.

Pixie fluttered around the room, her wings humming softly as she flitted from person to person, offering words of encouragement and support.

As the afternoon wore on, the group's preparations began to come together, their determination and unity growing with every passing moment. They knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger, but they were ready to face it head-on, together.

In the nighttime, Austin followed Alisa out of the room, after the dinner meal, the rest of the lodge now seemed colder and darker.

“I don’t understand why you’re all being so kind to me,” Austin said, giving voice to a thought that had been in the back of his mind since he had met Jason, Anakin, Alisa and the others.

Alisa smiled softly, her eyes shining with warmth in the dim light of the corridor. "Austin, you're one of us now," she said, her voice gentle. "We take care of our own. Besides, we've all been through struggles and darkness in our past. We know what it's like to feel lost and alone. We're just paying it forward, helping you through your tough times as others helped us through ours."

Austin looked at her, his eyes searching for understanding. "But I've done things... bad things. I don't deserve your kindness."

Alisa's expression turned serious, but her voice remained gentle. "We've all done things we regret, Austin. But it's how we learn and grow from those mistakes that matters. You're trying to make amends, to change. That takes courage. And we're here to support you, to help you find your way."

As they walked, the darkness of the corridor seemed to recede, replaced by a sense of hope and belonging. Austin felt a weight lift from his shoulders, and he knew that he had found a new family, a new purpose, among these people who had taken him in and shown him kindness when he needed it most.

“You mentioned something about the West Wing…” he went on, hoping to get a bit more information out of her.

But Alisa wasn’t falling for it. “Oh, never mind about that,” she said as they reached the bottom of the stairs that led up to Austin’s room. “Now off to bed, before the sun starts peeking through the trees. Can I get you anything else, Austin?”

“No, you’ve already done so much,” Austin said sincerely. “Thank you. Good night.”

“Nighty-night,” Alisa replied as she headed back toward the kitchen, Austin watching her, his hand on the railing, until Alisa had disappeared from view.

Then he glanced up at the stairs in front of him, he began to climb, his mind whirling, yet he gazed up the set of stairs that must lead to the West Wing. His mind made up, Austin took a deep breath. Then he turned right. He still had a little time before sunrise. He would just take a quick peek in the West Wing. After all, what harm could come from a quick look?

Austin was beginning to think he had made a very big mistake, but this may be his only chance to really see what this man, Bruce, was hiding from him.

He slowly climbed the stairs and when he reached the end of the hall, he saw a door that seemed out of place. It was old and worn, with iron hinges and a large iron knocker in the shape of a lion's head. The door seemed to be staring at him, daring him to come closer. Austin's heart raced as he reached out and grasped the cold metal handle, pulling the door open with a creak.

On the other side, he found himself in a dimly lit room that seemed frozen in time. The walls were lined with old books and strange artifacts, and in the center of the room, a large wooden desk sat like an altar.

He knew he wasn't supposed to be here, but he had to know what was such a big secret.

As he stepped further into the room, the air grew thick with an eerie silence. Austin's eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he saw that the desk was covered in strange objects, including a crystal ball, a deck of tarot cards, and a leather-bound book with strange symbols etched into the cover. Behind the desk, a figure emerged from the shadows, its presence commanding attention.

As he looked at it, he noticed a bed behind it.

As he looked at the figure on the bed, Austin's heart raced with a mix of fear and concern. The figure was Bruce, Jason’s father, who lay motionless and pale. Austin's eyes scanned Bruce's body, searching for any sign of injury or distress. He noticed that Bruce's skin was deathly pale, and his chest barely rose with each shallow breath.

Suddenly, Austin felt a chill run down his spine as he realized that the room was eerily quiet, with no sound coming from Bruce's direction. He took a step closer to the bed, his eyes fixed on Bruce's face, that was covered by a paper, hoping to see some flicker of life or recognition.

And then, Austin heard a faint whisper, barely audible, but it sent shivers down his spine as he realized that the room was eerily quiet, with no sound coming from Bruce's direction.

As he approached the bed, the figure behind the desk began to move, its presence drawing closer. Austin's heart raced with anticipation and fear, unsure of what to expect. The figure loomed over Bruce's bed, its shadow cast long and ominous across the wall as it overtook him. Austin's stomach dropped to the floor. He had been caught. Why did he have to be so stupid.

“What did you do to him?” Anakin said.

“Anakin.” Bruce said.

“I'm here, Bruce.” Anakin said.

“It's all right, he has done nothing wrong.” Bruce said as slowly reached out his hand.

“I know he didn't.” Anakin said as he turned to Austin. "Do you realize what might've happened if you came into this room?!"

"I didn't mean to hurt anything!" Austin said.

"I told you that this place was forbidden!" Anakin said

"I'm sorry!” Austin said.

“It's all right, don't worry about it, no one was hurt.” Anakin said.

Austin looked at Bruce, concerned. "What's going on with Bruce? What's happening to him?"

Bruce's eyes seemed to glaze over, and he spoke in a distant tone. “I am poisoned, I don't know how long I'm supposed to last.”

“No, don't say that you're going to get better.” Anakin said.

“Dad.” Jason said. As he and the others enter the room.

Jason's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. "What's going on here? What have you done to Dad?"

Anakin's expression turned grave. "It's not what I've done, Jason, Austin here stumbled upon him."

Jason's gaze narrowed at Austin. "You fool! You could have ruined everything!"

Austin took a step back, feeling a mix of fear and defensiveness. "I didn't mean to! I didn't know what was going on!"

“Jason, I think it's time to tell him.” Alisa said.

“Tell me what.” Austin asked, his voice firm despite his fear.

Alisa stepped forward, her eyes locked on Austin. "The truth about Bruce, Austin. And why is he sick?"

Austin's mind raced with questions, Alisa's words hung in the air, and Austin's eyes locked onto Bruce, his heart racing with anticipation and fear. "What do you mean?"

Alisa's expression turned solemn. “ It all started a month ago, Bruce along with Jason and Anakin were on a mission sent by the church.”

“The church?” Austin asked.

“Yes, as you already know the church has a typical relationship with the werewolves, some of them sometimes work within the church, while others act like allies to the church, sending out on missions that they couldn't complete themselves.” Alisa said.

Austin's eyes widened as he listened to Alisa's words, his mind racing with questions and connections. "So, the church sent Bruce, Jason, and Anakin on a mission...and something went wrong?"

Alisa nodded, her expression grave. "Yes, they were sent to retrieve an ancient artifact, but they were ambushed by a dark force of vampires. Bruce was poisoned during the battle, and we've been trying to find a way to cure him ever since."

Austin's gaze locked onto Bruce, his heart heavy with concern. "What kind of poison? And what's this artifact they were after?"

Alisa's eyes seemed to cloud over, as if remembering a painful memory. "The artifact is a powerful relic, one that could tip the balance of power in the supernatural world. And the poison...it's a silver liquid, one that slowly drains the life force from its victim."

Austin felt a surge of determination coursing through his veins. He had to help Bruce, no matter what it took. "We need to find a way to cure him, and fast. Can we reverse the effects of the poison?"

Jason's expression turned grim. "We've tried everything, Austin. We've consulted with the best healers, used every potion and spell we know...nothing seems to be working."

In the somber room, Austin's gaze fixated on Bruce's frail figure, his heart pulsating with an intense blend of fear and unwavering determination. He recognized the urgency of the situation, comprehending that every passing moment diminished the chances of rescuing his father. An overwhelming sense of responsibility weighed upon his shoulders as he frantically sought a solution, desperate to avert the impending tragedy.

"Is there anything else we can try? Anything at all?" Austin's voice trembled as he turned to Alisa, his eyes pleading for hope amidst the deepening despair.

From the bedside, Bruce reached out a feeble hand, intertwining his fingers with Austin's. A faint smile touched his lips, a mixture of acceptance and gratitude. "Austin, my boy," he said softly, "it's all right. I've come to terms with my fate."

Jason, Bruce's younger son, could not bear to witness the unfolding scene. Tears streamed down his face as he cried out, "No, Dad, no. You can't leave us."

A collective sob filled the room as Bruce continued, his voice frail but resolute. "I know I haven't always been the perfect father, but having you, Jason, and all of my children has been the greatest gift of my life. Each of you has brought me immeasurable joy and fulfillment.

Through tears and choked breaths, the siblings gathered around their father, their hands intertwined, forming a circle of love and support. In that intimate moment, they shared stories of their childhood, recounting precious memories that brought both laughter and tears. They expressed their gratitude for Bruce's guidance, his unwavering love, and the countless sacrifices he had made for them throughout the years.

As the night wore on, Bruce's breathing grew shallow, and his eyes began to flutter. With each passing moment, the family realized that the inevitable was drawing near. They held his hands tightly, whispering words of love and comfort until his final breath.

In the silence that followed, tears continued to flow, but so did a sense of profound gratitude. The siblings knew that they had been blessed with a father who had loved and cherished them unconditionally. And though his physical presence would be deeply missed, his legacy would live on forever in their hearts.

Seven: The Alpha of werewolves

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