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| Sometimes in looking for answers, you only get more questions |

In the quaint village of Midwilshire, where moonlit nights cast eerie shadows upon cobblestone streets, a chilling secret lurks beneath the surface of normalcy. Lucy, a young woman on the cusp of adulthood, finds herself teetering on the precipice of a newfound reality. As the moon waxes full, strange sensations grip her body, signaling the onset of a transformation she cannot comprehend. Unbeknownst to Lucy, her fate is entwined with age-old traditions and familial expectations. Amidst the whispers of the town's folk and the watchful gaze of her parents, Lucy grapples with her identity as she navigates the perilous path of love and obligation in a world where the line between humanity and monstrosity blurs with each passing night.

She had known for years that she was different from other girls in her village. Her mind was wide awake during the night, yearning for the answers to the million questions swarming her brain. She felt a calling to explore the woods, despite her parent's very futile expectations to stay away, warning her about the dangers. Her parents kept her line, kept her on a straight path, however, she couldn’t help that her heart longed for something that strayed from that line.

Despite the familiarity of her home, Lucy finds herself inexplicably drawn to the dense forest that borders Midwilshire. With each passing day, an irresistible urge beckons her towards the ancient trees, their gnarled branches seeming to whisper secrets only she can hear. The scent of earth and moss calls out to her, stirring a longing deep within her soul that she cannot explain. Despite her confusion and the unspoken warnings of those around her, Lucy yearns to lose herself amidst the shadowed pathways, a primal yearning stirring within her that defies reason and leaves her questioning her nature.

She remembered as a child, asking her mother about the woods. Her mother, Vanessa, never could give her a good response, only warning her to stay away from the forest. The dangers that lay beyond the wooden branches were too unbearable for a woman of her nature to go into. No one in her village went into the woods.

Midwilshire's forest, while enchanting, harbors whispers of danger that send shivers down the spines of the village's inhabitants. Tales of mysterious disappearances and eerie howls echoing through the night air have woven a tapestry of fear around the wooded expanse. Local legends speak of creatures lurking in the shadows, their forms shifting beneath the moon's watchful gaze. Amongst the rumors, whispers of werewolves roam freely, haunting the deepest reaches of the forest, their presence both feared and denied by those who dare not venture beyond the safety of the village walls. Despite the warnings and superstitions that abound, Lucy cannot shake the inexplicable draw she feels towards the wilderness, her curiosity tempered only by the lurking fear of the unknown that awaits her amidst the trees.

The day before her twentieth birthday, Lucy found herself lying in her bedroom staring at the open window, the moon was shining down brightly. She found her soul itching to reach out to it. She found herself wanting nothing more than to follow her instincts and chase the moon as it danced in the night sky. She could almost swear she could hear the faint sound of a wolf. She withheld, she stayed calmly in her bed, never allowing herself to tear her gaze away. She watched painfully as the sun painted the moon away, drawing it out with the bright colors of the sun. People always referred to her as the sun, but she never told them that she craved to be the moon.

“Lucy,” Her mother’s crisp voice called out. “You better be awake.”

“Of course mother.”

She pulled herself out of bed, slowly dressing herself. Her mother hated it when she stepped out of line and didn’t follow her perfectly pinpointed plan. Lucy was to do as she was told. In the mundane rhythm of everyday life in Midwilshire, Lucy's existence is as predictable as the sunrise. Mornings begin with the monotonous routine of tending to household chores under the watchful eye of her mother, who tirelessly endeavors to mold Lucy into the epitome of domestic perfection. From scrubbing floors to mending clothes, Lucy's days are a blur of menial tasks and stifled dreams, each hour passing in a haze of drudgery. Her mother's expectations weigh heavily upon her shoulders, a constant reminder of the oppressive role she is expected to fulfill in the eyes of society. Amidst the tedium of her daily obligations, Lucy yearns for something more, a flicker of rebellion burning within her heart as she dreams of a life beyond the confines of Midwilshire's suffocating expectations. Yet, for now, she resigns herself to the numbing routine of her existence, the promise of adventure overshadowed by the relentless pursuit of perfection imposed upon her by her mother's unwavering gaze.

“I have news!”

Her mother was uncharacteristically excited as she all but ran into the kitchen. Her father was straight on her heels. Lucy was just preparing dinner when she came rushing in, probably on her way back from her usual Monday evening gossip session with her snobby friends.

“Well out with it,”

Her father wasn’t a man of many words, and never danced around any topic. Lucy was unsure if the man even knew how to smile, let alone dance. He was stern, tough, and cold, Lucy often wondered how they were related. Perhaps she felt all the emotions that they lacked.

“Chris Stanford has agreed to marry you!”

She spoke as if this was the biggest compliment known to man. Chris Stanford’s family was very prominent in the village, so perhaps it was an honor. But not to her. It was no secret that Chris had had his eyes on Lucy since they were kids. He followed her around, brought her flowers, and ensured her needs were met. He was a perfect gentleman. Lucy knew he was a great person, he was educated and was working hand and hand with the town elders, and the village loved him. He was a perfect man, but Lucy never found him interesting. It was like her heart longed for anything but him like he was just a stepping stone into the world that was truly calling her name.

“Oh has he.” Her father seemed otherwise uninterested, pulling his attention back to whatever paper he was working on.

“Mother,” Lucy wanted to interrupt.

“We mustn't haste. We have planning to do. This my dear is the biggest honor that will come to our family.” She ran off before Lucy could object to the final decision in her future.

That night she finds herself lying in bed once again, looking out the window. She would be twenty tomorrow, and her entire life would surround solely around a man who wanted to keep her as a decorative item, but at least she’d have the moon. Her friend called to something deep within her soul.

The revelation of her mother's determination to orchestrate a marriage without Lucy's consent catalyzes her resolve to defy the suffocating confines of societal expectations. With a heart heavy with disillusionment and a fierce determination burning in her veins, Lucy resolves to seize control of her destiny.

Ignoring the warnings of danger that shroud the forest in whispered tales, she ventures forth into the unknown expanse of the woods, her steps fueled by a potent mix of fear and newfound freedom. Each footfall resonates with defiance, a declaration of independence against the stifling bonds that threaten to ensnare her. As she disappears amidst the ancient trees, Lucy's spirit ignites with the flickering hope of liberation, the promise of adventure beckoning her towards a destiny of her own making.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,”

She wasn’t so focused on the itching in her body that she would have noticed the dirty blonde-haired man leaning against the tree staring her down with his deep dark blue eyes. She nearly stumbled in shock at the sound of his voice. She gulped as she watched him take her in. His presence commands the silence of the forest as if nature itself bows in reverence to his ancient lineage. Though his features are obscured by the shifting shadows, Lucy senses an aura of danger and intrigue that draws her inexplicably closer. In the fleeting moment of their encounter, she finds herself ensnared by the captivating gaze of the stranger, her soul resonating with the primal call of the wilderness that pulses within his very being.

“You’re one of us.” It wasn’t a question.

“One of what?” Her voice was small, and low, watching as the man before began circling her. The trees around her suddenly felt like they entrapped her in his cage. She felt her breathing doubling as she began feeling a burning feeling in her soul. He doesn’t answer her, instead just watching as her body reacts to the woods.

Lucy's body is consumed by a relentless itch, her skin prickling with an intensity that borders on agony. Beside her, the stranger watches with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, his gaze fixed upon her with an intensity that seems to pierce through the veil of her humanity. Her body resisted the primal pull of the moon's enchantment. In a moment of clarity, she meets the stranger's eyes, their depths reflecting the silver light of the moon above. Suddenly, a searing pain tears through her limbs, and she collapses to the forest floor, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon's radiance and the stranger's unwavering gaze. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, Lucy's world fades into darkness, her consciousness slipping away amidst the haunting melody of the wilderness that surrounds her.

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As Lucy drifts in and out of consciousness, caught between the realms of dream and reality, fragmented voices whisper in the recesses of her mind. Faint murmurs swirl around her, carrying snippets of conversation that speak of her night.

“She’s special,” and “I want to know more,” stand out to her. Though most of the words remain indistinct, their implications weigh heavily upon her fragile consciousness, stirring a sense of unease that lingers like a shadow in the depths of her subconscious. That’s all she can remember before she’s suddenly giving into the pull of her subconscious.

Suddenly, Lucy's senses awaken to the familiar sights and sounds of her room, the soft glow of dawn filtering through lace curtains and the comforting embrace of her bedclothes enveloping her trembling form. With a start, she sits upright, her heart racing with the remnants of a half-remembered nightmare that fades like mist in the morning sun. As she brushes a hand through her disheveled hair, her fingers catch on the crisp remnants of leaves tangled amidst the strands, a silent testament to the surreal events of the night before.

Rising from her bed, Lucy casts a bewildered gaze upon the garments strewn haphazardly across the room, the faint scent of earth and nature clinging to the fabric like a haunting memory. With a sense of trepidation, she examines herself in the mirror, her reflection mirroring the disarray of her thoughts. Yet, amidst the confusion and uncertainty, a flicker of recognition ignites within her soul, a primal instinct that whispers of a connection to something wild and untamed lurking just beyond the edges of her consciousness. As Lucy stands on the threshold of her awakening, she can only wonder what secrets lie buried within the depths of her being, waiting to be unearthed beneath the moon's enchanting gaze.

Her gaze shifts to the woods outside her window, she swears she could hear the sound of a plea calling for her to return. She nearly jumped out the window and into the arms of the woods, but the sound of the wooden door slamming into the wall, startled her bring her back into reality.

“Why are you not ready?” Her mother's voice frightened her, and she immediately stood tall, facing her mother. Her mother goes off into a rant as she rummages through her clothes to find her an outfit.

“We have dinner with Stanford,” Vanessa explains as she helps Lucy into what is possibly the most crushing corset in the village. “He wants to speak with your father and me about your prospect.” Lucy took note that she would have little to no insight into her marriage. “I want you to behave.”

Like she ever didn’t.

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Her parents were dressed in their nines as they entered Stanford’s home. Chris immediately took to Lucy’s parents, and the only inkling that she was there, was the tight smile he sent at her. Lucy had a feeling that Chris didn’t truly want to marry her, but take upon the idea of her, the one her parents believed in so passionately.

Seated at the dining table, Lucy struggles to maintain her composure as her parents engage in polite conversation with Chris Stanford. Despite their efforts to conceal their excitement, Lucy's senses are overwhelmed by a cacophony of clinking silverware and forced laughter that rings hollow in her ears. Her mind drifts aimlessly, unable to focus on the trivialities of small talk as she wrestles with the weight of impending change. With each passing moment, the walls of the room seem to close in around her, suffocating her with the weight of unspoken expectations and the suffocating grip of tradition. Though she attempts to mask her inner turmoil with a practiced smile, Lucy's facade crumbles beneath the weight of her mounting apprehension, leaving her yearning for escape from the confines of the stifling reality that threatens to consume her whole.

Her eyes are constantly being taken to the window, unable to tear away as if she waited for someone to appear. For someone to take her away from this picture before her.

“Lucy.” Chris’s voice was like a vice as it pulled her soul away from the woods. “I find that you will appreciate your time here,”

“I am sure I will,” She nodded.

“I have been, admittedly, excited about this marriage.” She could only smile politely. “You are stunning beautiful,”

“She appreciates the compliment,” Vanessa answered as if the compliment was dedicated to her. “It’s not every day that a man of your stature takes in someone like our daughter,” They continue to mindless discuss her future, without bothering to consult Lucy. That is essentially how the rest of dinner goes until her parents give the future couple a moment of privacy to talk, per Chris’s request.

“I was so glad that you’ve agreed to this arrangement,” It wasn’t like she had a choice. “I do promise to ensure your role here is one of purpose.”

“As you’ve said,” Lucy nodded politely. She was fighting the urge to look back out the window, which Chris stood stubbornly in front of.

“This couldn’t have come at a more perfect time for you,” Chris seemed to move his head in the exact view of where Lucy’s eyes wondered as if fighting off her soul’s fighting focus. “I heard of rumors of the other men in our village. They are up to no good, especially the hunters. You are lucky someone like me has gotten to you first. You will make a good wife.”

“What do you mean hunters?” Lucy had only ever heard rumors of the men assigned to be hunters. She never knew what they were hunting or why the rest of the village seemed so scared of them. She had to admit, she loved that Chris was a tad too clueless to see her fishing for answers to things she shouldn’t know about.

“Oh you know, they just pray on helpless women because they are doing work dictated by god,”

“What are they hunting?”

Chris's frown deepened. He started to study her but ultimately came up short, he couldn’t understand her, because he was too concerned about his false idea of her to believe she could be thinking about anything beyond him and his future.

“Does it matter?” He shrugged. “It’s not like they can get the job done. Look at those men, Wright, Armstrong, and all of them, they are just trying to prove something,”

She knew about the werewolves, or at least the town legends, but she didn’t believe anyone believed them. She always figured the town hunters were a ruse set up by the elders to keep kids out of the woods and to give the men something of a challenge. But now, after last night, she felt somewhat drawn to the rumors, drawn to the stories. She yearned to know more about them. She simply didn’t know who to ask.

This is why when Lucy was home that evening, and her father was locked away in his study did she made the mistake of asking her mother about the forest. Her mother looked at her like she had grown a second head at the question.

“Why are you asking me about such nonsense?”

“I am curious is all.”

“Curiosity will get you killed.”

“I don’t know, I just want to know, what’s beyond this village.”

“Does it matter?” Vanessa said, her eyes narrowing. “The village is where we live. We have no reason to wonder.”

“Aren’t you the least bit curious to what’s out there?”

“No.” She shook her head. “And neither should you. Out there, beyond those woods is danger. Creatures that only see death. You are not to enter those woods do you understand me?”

“I don’t think the woods are dangerous,”

“What do you know about danger?” Vanessa all but hissed. “I will not have you asking any more ridiculous questions about the woods. Chris does not want a curious girl. Listen to me when I tell you this, the best thing a girl like you can be is a beautiful little fool.”

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The next morning, Lucy awoke with a list of chores from her mother. She had spent the night awake again, watching the mood. The moon wasn’t full tonight, it was slowly slipping away into the night, but she couldn’t help but stare into the night sky. She couldn’t will herself to sleep until she heard a howl. The smile on her face as she listened to the nearly immediate echo of more howls, a beautiful song that lured her into slumber. She was rudely awoken by her mother’s list of demands to get out of the house and get to her chores.

As Lucy navigates the bustling streets of Midwilshire on yet another mundane errand, her senses are suddenly jolted by a presence that seems to electrify the air around her. Before she can react, she nearly collides with a stranger whose gaze meets hers with a familiarity that sends a shiver down her spine. In that fleeting moment of connection, time seems to stand still as they lock eyes, the world around them fading into insignificance. Though Lucy struggles to place the man's face, an inexplicable sense of recognition tugs at the edges of her consciousness, igniting a spark of curiosity that she cannot ignore. With a polite nod, the stranger continues on his way, leaving Lucy standing amid the bustling crowd, her heart racing with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. Little does she know, their encounter is but a prelude to a destiny that intertwines their fates in ways she could never have imagined.

In the ensuing weeks, Lucy finds herself locked in a strange dance of coincidences, her path crossing with the enigmatic strangers time and time again. Whether it be during her morning visit to the market or her afternoon stroll through the village square, their encounters become a recurring motif in the tapestry of her daily life. Despite the absence of words exchanged between them, the intensity of their gazes speaks volumes, each glance laden with unspoken questions and untold secrets. With each passing encounter, Lucy's curiosity blossoms into a restless yearning that tugs at the edges of her consciousness, drawing her ever closer to the haunting allure of the forest that beckons her with an irresistible pull. Though she cannot explain the strange compulsion that drives her towards the wilderness, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to the verdant depths of the woods, her footsteps guided by the silent whispers of fate that intertwine her destiny with that of the mysterious stranger who haunts her every waking thought.

As her mother obsesses over every minute detail of the impending wedding, Lucy finds herself increasingly adrift in a sea of distractions, her mind consumed by thoughts that stray far from the realm of lace and floral arrangements. Despite her best efforts to feign enthusiasm for the elaborate festivities, Lucy's soul feels restless, yearning for something beyond the confines of her mother's meticulously orchestrated plans. With each passing day, the weight of expectation bears down upon her, threatening to drown her in a sea of suffocating obligations. As her mother's fervent preparations reach a fever pitch, Lucy's spirit rebels against the stifling constraints of tradition, her heart aching for the freedom that lies just beyond the horizon, beckoning her towards a destiny of her own making. She struggles with her conflicting thoughts for the next few days, each day it becomes drastically harder to give her mother the attention she desperately craves.

The last night of the month, a week till her intended wedding, Lucy was back to dreaming, eyes glued to the window. She left the curtain open, allowing the midnight air to flow freely within. Breathing in a deep breath she decided to allow her heart one last adventure before she settled down the ideology of her bustling mother and was confined to the restrictions of society.

She delicately climbed out her window, making sure not to make a sound and wake up her parents. Her dress flowed as the wind danced between the matriel. It felt like it was pulling her in, tugging her back to the taunting woods. She dare not define the signs of the universe.

Lucy follows the call of the wind with an urgency that she cannot ignore. With each step, the rustling leaves and murmuring branches seem to guide her deeper into the heart of the woods, their voices beckoning her towards a destiny unknown. As she ventures further from the safety of the village, Lucy's senses become heightened, attuned to the primal rhythm of the wilderness that pulses all around her.

Amidst the dappled shadows of the forest, Lucy's path converges once more with that of the mysterious stranger who haunts her thoughts. Though his features remain obscured by the shifting veil of twilight, Lucy's gaze locks onto his piercing blue eyes, the only feature visible amidst the darkness. In that moment of recognition, time seems to stand still as a rush of emotions washes over her. Though they have never spoken a word, Lucy knows with an unshakeable certainty that this stranger holds the key to the secrets that lie buried within her soul. With a hesitant step forward, she closes the distance between them, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and longing as she prepares to confront the enigmatic figure who has haunted her dreams.

“You shouldn’t come any closer,” His voice was rough, bringing her back to earlier that month when she had first heard the voices in her dream.

“Who are you?” Her voice trembled.

“I knew you’d come back.” He said instead.

“You were in the village.” She said, ignoring his comments. “I keep seeing you everywhere I go,”

“I had to see you.” He said as if he was defending his presence in her life.

“Why?” She asked softly.

“You can say I am drawn to you,” He replied to her, and Lucy could feel her soul dancing, begging her to bring herself closer.

“What’s happening with me?” He didn’t answer.

With her heart pounding in her chest, Lucy confronts the stranger with a mixture of desperation and determination, her eyes pleading for answers to the mysteries that have consumed her thoughts. Yet, as she searches his inscrutable gaze for some semblance of understanding, the stranger remains silent, his presence an enigmatic barrier that bars her from the truth she so desperately seeks. Though every fiber of her being yearns for clarity, Lucy is met only with the unnerving stillness of the forest and the unwavering scrutiny of the stranger's watchful gaze. Frustration simmers beneath the surface of her outward calm, a torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm her fragile resolve as she grapples with the unsettling realization that the answers she seeks may lie beyond her reach, locked away within the depths of the stranger's silent vigil.

“Please,” She nearly begs. “I am to be wed this week. I can not marry without knowing who I am,” The strange man stiffens like the mention of her marriage is off-putting to him.

“You can’t marry him,” His voice was tight and low, causing a rumble of emotions to set off within her.

“Why not?” she asked softly, taking a hesitant step forward. He didn’t stop her this time. “Who are you?”

“Do you honestly want to know,” he took a step towards her, his face finally coming into the light. As Lucy's gaze lingers on the stranger before her, she takes in his striking appearance with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Standing tall amidst the shadows of the forest, he cuts a commanding figure, his tousled blonde locks framing a face etched with a rugged beauty that belies the turmoil lurking beneath the surface. Though his features are sculpted with an almost ethereal grace, it is the conflict etched in the furrow of his brow and the tension that tenses his jawline that captivates Lucy's attention. His beauty is undeniable, yet it is his piercing blue eyes that draw her in with an intensity that leaves her breathless. Within their depths, she glimpses the tumult of emotions that swirl within him, a silent testament to the battles he wages within himself. Despite the uncertainty that clouds her thoughts, Lucy finds herself irresistibly drawn to the magnetic pull of his gaze, her soul entwined with his amidst the tangled undergrowth of the forest that surrounds them.

“I want to know you,”

“You don’t want to know me,”

“I don’t know why you’d say that,” She responded confused. “Tell me your name.”

“You can call me Tim,” He looked her up and down. “Lucy.”

“You know me, and yet I feel like I know nothing about you.”

“You can’t know about me until you understand you,”

“Do you always talk in riddles, Tim?”

“Sort of something you get used to,” He shrugged.

“Why are you out in the woods?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” It wasn’t an accusation, or a comment full of judgment, more of a thoughtful observation. “I have to admit, you’re brave.”

“Brave?”

“Not many people come into the woods.”

“It calls to me,” She frowned deeply, trying to find the words to explain her thoughts. “I don’t know how to explain it. It makes me do crazy things, like talk to strange men in the dark.”

“Strange?” He said, an eyebrow lifting in amusement. “You know me, you know my name, we’ve met a few times,”

“We have run into each other, I doubt that counts as a proper meeting,” She frowned. “Unless you are talking about last month.”

“You remember? I didn’t think you would.”

As Tim brings up the memory of their first night in the woods, Lucy feels a tightening sensation grip her chest, a knot of unease coiling within her gut. His words stir a whirlwind of emotions within her, dredging up memories that she has struggled to reconcile with the reality of her everyday existence. Questions swirl in her mind like a tempest, each one a lightning bolt of uncertainty that threatens to shatter the fragile facade she has constructed around herself. What had truly transpired on that fateful night? And what secrets lay buried within the depths of her fractured memories? Though she searches for answers amidst the tumult of her thoughts, Lucy finds herself ensnared in a web of uncertainty, her heart torn between the desire for truth and the fear of what revelations may await her amidst the shadows of the past.

“Were you hoping I wouldn’t remember?” She asked softly.

“No.” He shook his head. “I was hoping you would.” He gently reaches out to her, a finger slowly tracing her cheek staring deeply into her eyes.

Despite her best efforts to resist, Lucy finds herself captivated by the intensity of Tim's gaze, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down her spine. His presence is a beacon in the darkness, a source of solace amidst the chaos that threatens to consume her. As she grapples with the conflicting desires that war within her heart, Lucy cannot shake the nagging feeling that their connection runs deeper than he’s letting on, beckoning her towards a destiny that she cannot yet comprehend.

“Don’t marry that man,” He says after a moment. The glow of the moonlight now fully hitting his face, and Lucy found herself feeling a reminisce of the pain from the night they first met. She clutched her chest in pain. “Lucy,”

As Tim's voice utters her name, a surge of excitement courses through Lucy's veins, momentarily eclipsing the lingering pain that echoes from that fateful night in the woods. The mere sound of her name on his lips sends a thrill racing through her, igniting a spark of warmth in the depths of her soul. Yet, beneath the surface of her elation, Lucy feels the familiar ache of longing stirs within her, a primal yearning that threatens to consume her whole. Memories of that first night haunt her, the agony of her body's futile attempts to embrace the transformation that eludes her still fresh in her mind. Despite the bittersweet symphony of emotions that swirls within her, Lucy cannot deny the magnetic pull of Tim's presence, his very essence a beacon of light in the darkness that shrouds her heart. His presence is acting like a soothing entity to the pain in her soul. As she stands on the precipice of uncertainty, Lucy finds herself torn between the allure of the past and the promise of the future, her fate hanging in the balance as she navigates the tumultuous currents of her desires.

“Will you let me show you something?”

As Tim's question hangs in the air, Lucy knows deep down that she shouldn't give in to the temptation, that delving into the mysteries of their shared past will only reopen old wounds and unleash a torrent of emotions she's struggled to contain. Yet, as the weight of his gaze bears down upon her, she finds herself unable to resist the pull of his inquiry. With a hesitant nod of her head, Lucy surrenders to the inevitable, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Despite the warning bells that clamor in the recesses of her mind, she cannot deny the undeniable connection that binds her to Tim, a bond that transcends time and space, drawing her ever closer to the truth that lies just beyond her grasp.

As Tim's gaze lingers on her, a wave of pain washes over Lucy, threatening to consume her in its relentless grip. Unlike the time before, when she fought against the agony with every fiber of her being, she now allows it to engulf her, to wash over her in a tide of raw emotion. Though every instinct screams for her to flee, to bury the memories of that harrowing night in the depths of her subconscious, Lucy remains rooted in place. Allowing herself to give in. Give in to temptation, to desire, to him. As her eyes begin to close, she knows Tim will catch her.

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Tim could admit his behavior as of lately has been off since he saw Lucy in the woods. It was like every single instinct he’d ever had was suddenly going against him. His entire mind clung to the woman in the woman. Lucy.

Admittedly he should have gone into the village, it was against all the rules. But he couldn’t help it. She was his mate, the one soul in the world that called for him. Although she didn’t know that. She didn’t know his soul clung to her so desperately. It wasn’t like he could do anything though. She hadn’t even transitioned yet. But she wants to, her soul wants to, deep down she wants and Tim wants to be the one there for her.

Tim is filled with genuine determination as he thinks of unveiling the mysteries hidden within the shadows of their shared existence. He wants to encourage Lucy to open her eyes to the world beyond the confines of the village and welcome the truth of her own identity and the role she plays in a destiny far greater than she could ever imagine.

Tim plans to paint a vivid picture of possibility to her, that will stir Lucy deep within her soul, causing a primal yearning for something beyond the familiar comforts of her mundane existence. He knows that Lucy’s heart will pound with the thrill of the unknown that lies just beyond her grasp. As she stands on the threshold of a new beginning, Lucy will know that the journey ahead will be fraught with danger and uncertainty, yet she will not deny the undeniable pull of destiny that tugs at her very core, propelling her towards a future she is powerless to resist.

He wants that for her. He wants nothing more than to be her guide in this confusing stage. The guide he wished he had. Although he knows not everyone will welcome Tim's strange choices.

“You brought a human here,” His friend, a member of his pack, Angela pointed out when she walked into Tim’s home, Lucy lying in his bed. Tim had been leaning against the wall watching as she slept so peacefully.

“She’s not just any human,”

“Mustn’t be if you have brought her here.” Angela shrugged. “I have known you for a very long time and you have never brought a woman here.” Angela was probably the one person he trusted completely within his whole pack. She was one of the many Betas in his pack.

Tim's story began in the heart of the forest, where he was born into a pack. Just like Lucy’s social obligations, Tim was steeped in ancient traditions and bound by the unyielding laws of the wild. His father, Tom, reigned as the pack's alpha, his dominance unquestioned and his rule enforced with an iron fist. Raised amidst the savage beauty of the wilderness, Tim learned from a young age that survival depended on strength and cunning, virtues instilled in him by his father's relentless teachings. Yet, beneath the veneer of power and authority, Tom's reign was marred by cruelty and violence, his wrath unleashed upon any who dared to challenge his supremacy.

Despite his father's imposing shadow, Tim harbored a quiet defiance that burned within his soul, a longing for a world beyond the confines of his father's oppressive rule. Perhaps the reason they clashed so often was because Tim was born with alpha tendencies, and that got in the way of Tom’s rule. When Tom's violent tendencies ultimately led to his demise, Tim found himself thrust into the role of official pack alpha, the weight of leadership heavy upon his shoulders. Though the transition was fraught with uncertainty and turmoil, Tim rose to the occasion with a steely resolve, determined to lead his pack with compassion and wisdom where his father had ruled with fear and tyranny.

With each passing day, Tim's influence within the pack grew, his leadership marked by a newfound sense of unity. Yet, despite his efforts to break free from the shackles of his past, the legacy of his father's reign loomed large, casting a long shadow over his every decision. As Tim navigates the complexities of leadership and the intricacies of pack dynamics, he remains haunted by the specter of his father's memory, a reminder of the darkness that lurks within the heart of the wild. Throughout it all, Angela has been right beside her.

Angela embodies the essence of unwavering loyalty and steadfast friendship in Tim's life. With her fiery spirit and unyielding determination, she has stood by his side through the trials and tribulations of their shared journey. Her presence is a beacon of strength and resilience, a pillar of support upon which Tim relies in times of uncertainty and doubt. Despite their challenges together, Angela's unwavering belief in Tim's leadership and unwavering support has never wavered. As a trusted confidante and cherished friend, Angela's opinion holds immense value to Tim, her words of encouragement and counsel guiding him through the darkest of times and spurring him onward toward the light of a brighter tomorrow. He sought her out often, so her opinion of Lucy’s presence in the pack was important to him.

“You think I shouldn’t have brought her here,”

“I think she knows nothing about us, bringing her here offers a dangerous potential” She looked over Lucy’s sleeping body. “But I am not blind to see she’s special and perhaps worth the risk.”

“Don’t even think about it Angela,” Tim frowns as he watches his friend's eyes go over Lucy. Angela was mated to one of Tim’s omega pack members, Wesley, but she was also a flirt. Tim felt an overwhelming protectiveness over Lucy, not wanting to share her, not even with Angela.

“Protective,” She all but purred at him. “A quality that I have yet to see on you, well at least directed at only one woman.”

“I am the alpha, I am protective of my entire pack.”

“That’s different. She’s different.”

Tim had no room to disagree. She was right, Lucy was different, the quiet pull in his heart was proof that she was different. He didn’t know how to answer his friend though, he couldn’t exactly defend his actions for bringing her in. Especially when she hasn’t even fully changed yet. Her presence in the pack was dangerous.

Lucy's unwitting presence in the pack poses a threat far greater than any of them could have imagined. With her transformation into a werewolf still up in the air, she becomes a beacon of danger, drawing the unwanted attention of neighboring packs in search of unmated females. The scent of her newfound power permeates the air, a tantalizing allure that promises strength and vitality to those who seek to claim it for their own. Tim wasn’t going to let that happen. He brought her here, he was going to protect her, all the while showing her that there is something better than the life she’s been living.

“I trust you know what you’re doing,” Angela commented.

“I don’t.” He said soberly. “But isn’t that where all the fun is?”

|~|

Lucy’s head was pounding when she woke up. She was enveloped by the smell of warm pine and the scent she recalled from the stranger, Tim, filling her senses. Her eyes were immediately shifted towards the window. It was still dark out, but Lucy had no sense of the time or how long she had been unconscious. She nearly stood up when the overwhelming concern of her parent's reaction to finding her out of her bed so early in the morning.

“Don’t move too fast,”

His deep voice stopped her movements. She immediately sought out his eyes. He was sitting in the corner, in the dark, watching her steadily. Lucy couldn’t look away from him. He looked at her like she was reading her soul. He suddenly knew everything about her just by looking at her.

“Your body must be exhausted.”

“Why would it?” She wanted to know what was happening to her, and Lucy had a feeling Tim knew.

“Your body is craving its instinct and you aren’t giving it. Your body is working in overtime.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Lucy frowned and deepened, throwing her legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the bustling pain in her head.

“Not yet, but you will,” She couldn’t help but wonder why she believed him, why his words suddenly made so much sense. “You said I could show, do you still mean that?”

“I don’t even know what I am agreeing to,” She admitted.

“It’s that where the fun is?” He all but smirked down at her. Lucy had to admit, that being there, watching him was hypnotizing. He spoke with such strength, that he left little to no room for arguments, and yet there was also a softer side to him that even Lucy, he barely knows him, can see.

“I am not usually one for fun,” She admitted solemnly.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true.” The wicket smirk on his face told Lucy that he liked to play. Like an animal playing with its prey before it attacked. But she knew he wasn’t going to attack her.
Lucy finds herself inexplicably drawn to him, her heart whispering that she can trust him even in the face of uncertainty. There is a depth to Tim's gaze, a sincerity that resonates within her soul and sparks a flicker of recognition amidst the shadows of doubt.

In Tim's presence, she feels a sense of calm and reassurance, a silent assurance that he harbors no ill intentions toward her. Lucy cannot deny the unspoken connection that binds her to Tim, trusting in the instinctive knowledge that their fates are intertwined in ways she cannot yet comprehend. Perhaps she hit her head too hard when she passed out, cause one might deem her way of thinking crazy.

“I think a girl brave enough to enter the woods alone is plenty of fun,” his deep voice raised something in her, something that she felt like she’d been shoving away. She can’t tell what it is, but she knows it’s there. “So my question remains, Lucy,” She loved how her name sounded on his lips. “Do you want me to show you?”

“Yes.”

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In the dimly lit confines of Tim's cabin, Lucy feels a sense of anticipation as Tim extends his hand, offering to show her around the village. With a tentative nod, she accepts his gesture, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. He gently leads her to the door of what she assumes is his cabin. Stepping out into the cool night air, Lucy's senses are overwhelmed by the bustling activity that surrounds them. Tim leads her through the winding dirt streets, pointing out the various tasks being carried out by the villagers under the glow of moonlight. From tending to crops to repairing homes, each person plays a vital role in the intricate tapestry of life in the village. Tim’s voice is the only thing keeping Lucy’s attention clear as she looks around the new type of village she is in.

“I live in a much different world than you, my dear, I am not confined by the same social contractions as you.” He stops in what seems to be the middle of the village. “But that doesn’t mean we are without rules. Our rules just tend to have a different meaning.”

“How come I’ve never heard of this place, this village,” Lucy asked, turning her body fully to give Tim her attention. She didn’t realize she was still holding his hand until now, she embarrassedly pulled her hand back. She swore she saw Tim hide a smile at her embarrassment.

“It’s my job as the…” He was choosing his words. He didn’t want to freak Lucy out too soon, but he also didn’t want to lie to her. However, he figured the best way to do this was to be Frank. Sensitivity was never his strong suit anyway. “Alpha, to ensure the safety of all my pack. Safety means secrecy.”

“Pack? Alpha?” She repeated his words back to her. “I am beyond confused right now.” As Tim speaks of concepts like "pack" and "alpha," Lucy's brow furrows in confusion, her mind struggling to grasp the unfamiliar terminology. Glancing around nervously, she senses a shift in the atmosphere, a subtle tension that prickles at the edges of her consciousness. Suddenly, her gaze falls upon a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness, its form illuminated by the faint glow of moonlight. As the figure draws nearer, Lucy's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fascination. For standing before her is not a man or woman, but a majestic wolf, its eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence that sends a chill down her spine. “Tim,” Her voice is hushed with fear as the creature walks towards them.

Tim turns his head and frowns at the sight of the wolf with deep brown fur. Her brown eyes now glowed from the moonlight, giving her a fierce, and unnerving appearance, especially to someone who hasn’t been this close to a wolf. Tim gives her his best-disappointed look.

“Angela,” He spoke pointedly. “What did I say?” The wolf seemingly rolled her eyes at Tim’s words, leaving Lucy feeling shocked.

As Tim converses with the wolf in a language that seems to transcend human comprehension, Lucy's nerves unravel in a frenzied whirlwind of panic and disbelief. Her mind reels with the impossibility of the situation, her heart racing with a fear that threatens to consume her whole. She questions her sanity for placing her trust in someone who could communicate with a wild animal as if it were an old friend. With each passing moment, Lucy's sense of unease deepens, her thoughts consumed by the chilling realization that she may have unwittingly allied herself with someone, or something, far more dangerous than she could have ever imagined. Amid her mounting terror, she struggles to reconcile the fragments of her shattered reality, her faith in Tim wavering as she grapples with the unsettling truth that she may have put her trust into the hands of someone utterly and irrevocably unhinged.

And yet, she chooses to stay in place. Despite her obvious unwithering panic, she chooses not to turn and run for the woods. Perhaps she too has lost her mind, but she believes in hearing the handsome stranger out. She believes that he has something to tell her, even if he is perhaps out of his mind. Her mother always told her her naive faith in people would get her killed. So if she is to be killed by this man under the moon, with a wolf by his side, be it.

“I must apologize for my friend,” Tim said turning back to her. “This is not how I wanted to show you this.”

“Show me what?” She asked, looking constantly between him and the wolf that was calmly standing beside Tim. She watched as Tim gave the wolf a slow nod before looking back at Lucy to seemingly watch her reaction.
As Lucy's eyes widen in shock and disbelief, her breath catches in her throat as she watches the wolf, or Angela, as Tim had said, undergo a startling transformation before her very eyes. In a dizzying blur of fur and flesh, Angela's lupine form melts away, replaced by the unmistakable silhouette of a human figure. Panic courses through Lucy's veins like wildfire, her mind struggling to process the surreal spectacle unfolding before her. With each passing moment, her sense of reality teeters on the brink of collapse, her thoughts consumed by a whirlwind of confusion and fear. As Angela stands before her in human form, Lucy's mind races with a thousand questions. As the weight of realization settles like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach, Lucy can only watch in stunned silence, her world spinning out of control as the boundaries between fantasy and reality blur into a haze.

The wolf was gone, and now standing in her place was a woman no taller than her, with brunette hair, and the same glowing brown eyes that the wolf had bestowed upon its face. She was watching Lucy with the same curiosity that was on Tim’s face. Tim seemingly was waiting for Lucy to react, or run, or anything more than her stunned silence. Curiously, she looked more intrigued and awed than feared.

“I fear I broke her,” Angela said, her voice filled with a gentleness that Lucy wasn’t expecting. “But I can see why you like her so much, she truly is breath-taking up close,”

“Angela,” Tim said pointedly. “You are already on my nerves tonight,” He warned.

“I am being nice,” She reminded him. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” Angela turned to address Lucy. “I didn’t know he’d be showing you around so early. I was hoping to get in a good hunt before the sun rose.”

“Hunt…” Lucy repeated. Her mind stupidly reminded her that she had just witnessed a transformation of a beast to a human, their hunting should be the least surprising thing.

“It’s okay to be shocked,” Tim said, as always his voice was low and comforting.

“Shocked?” She muttered. “Why would I be shocked? She just… and you talked to…shocked it’s the right word.”

“I apologize for Angela’s haste, I didn’t want you to find out this way.” Tim sent a glare at the other women, it had no bite in it though.

“Yeah well it’s not every day a woman finds out she’s crazy,” Lucy laughed, rubbing the back of her next. Tim and Angela both shared a look before breaking out into deep laughter. Lucy was watching them like they were also crazy. Great, she thought, just a bunch of crazy people in the middle of the woods.

“Angela will you give me a moment,” Tim said, a confident smile falling on his lip. “And let's make sure that Lucy shall not encounter any more unwanted surprises.”

“Fine,” Angela nodded. “I will make sure Smitty isn’t running around without clothes on,” She turned to Lucy. “Trust me, that is a surprise you don’t want to see.” With that she walked off, transforming almost effortlessly back into her other state before nearly disappearing into the darkness of the woods. Lucy watched with awe until the woman was out of sight.

As Lucy grapples with the shock of witnessing Angela's transformation, Tim observes her with a keen and penetrating gaze. With each subtle shift in her expression, he reads her soul like an open book. As Lucy's emotions roil beneath the surface, Tim remains a steadfast presence, his silent vigil a testament to his unwavering commitment to guiding her through the storm that rages within her. As he watches her navigate the treacherous waters of uncertainty, Tim's heart aches with a mixture of empathy and compassion, his inner turmoil mirrored in the depths of her troubled gaze.

“You’re scared,” Tim said gently, and Lucy looked up very quickly. “It’s okay. I am not offended.”

“Offended would insinuate…” She trailed off slowly.

“That I am like her? Yes.”

“I haven’t…I didn’t know…”She sighed deeply. “I am sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just this is all so…”

“Strange?”

“New.” She corrected. Tim liked that she wasn’t outwardly judgy about what she’d seen, even if it was unusual. He’d be lying if it didn’t make his heart soar, or jump within the confines of his chest. “So you can turn.”

“Yes.” He said, not bothering to beat around the bush. “Do you want to see?”

At the possibility of witnessing Tim's transformation, Lucy finds herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The notion of seeing him undergo such a vulnerable and intimate process fills her with a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity. She recognizes the profound trust implicit in Tim's willingness to reveal this aspect of himself to her, a vulnerability that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection, despite just knowing each other for a night. Lucy finds herself strangely drawn to the prospect of bearing witness to Tim's transformation. She finds herself more curious than scared, as she would seemingly have believed she would be in this kind of situation.

“Please,” She said, looking him deep in the eyes. Tim’s eyes were such a source of comfort for her these days. She doesn’t know why she feels so connected to him as she was.

As the moonlight casts its silvery glow upon the forest floor, Lucy watches in awe as Tim's transformation begins. With a grace that belies the raw power surging through his veins, his body begins to shift and contort, his form elongating as sleek fur sprouts from his skin, a mesmerizing blend of blonde and black that glistens in the moonlight. There's a shy elegance to his metamorphosis, a quiet dignity that demands attention even as he retreats into the shadows. His eyes, though still retaining their human form, seem to shimmer with an otherworldly intensity, drawing Lucy in with a magnetic pull that she cannot resist. Despite the surreal spectacle unfolding before her, Lucy remains unafraid, her gaze fixed upon Tim with a sense of wonder and fascination. Under the gentle light of the moon, she finds him utterly intriguing, a far cry from the horrors her mother's tales had painted. In this moment, as she witnesses Tim's transformation into a creature of the night, Lucy feels a newfound sense of kinship and understanding, her heart resonating with the wild beauty surrounding them.

Tentatively, she reaches toward him, slowly to allow him to pull away if her actions bring him discomfort. He doesn’t move, instead, he bows his head offering it to her, a move that she will later learn the significance of.

With a delicate touch, her fingers trace the line of his brow, the softness of his fur a stark contrast to the rough texture of his human skin she remembers when holding his hand. She marvels at the sensation, her touch dancing through the strands of blonde and black with a gentle reverence. As she gazes into his eyes, unchanged even amid his transformation, Lucy feels a sense of calm wash over her, a silent reassurance that transcends the boundaries of language. In this intimate moment, as her hand meets the fur above his eyes, Lucy finds herself immersed in a world of wonder and possibility, her heart swelling with a profound sense of gratitude for the bond they share. She reluctantly pulls her hand away and lays back at her side.

He transforms back, nearly the same way as before. His human form was now back in its original position, still staring at her with wonder. Lucy finds herself standing incredibly close to him, their proximity charged with an electric tension that crackles in the air between them. With a trembling hand, she gently moves a strand of hair that has fallen out of place from his otherwise neat style. As her fingers brush against his skin, she feels the warmth of his breath ghosting over her wrist, sending a shiver down her spine. In this intimate moment, time seems to stand still as they become lost in each other's gaze, the world around them fading into insignificance.

“You don’t scare me,” She said softly, hoping he understood her words were significant.

“I know,” He acknowledged.

“I just don’t know why you brought me out here.” she took a step away from him, Tim instantly missing her presence. She motions all around them, people and wolves alike coming in and out of the woods. She is just now noticing the wolves, perhaps not that she saw Tim change, they understood they were allowed to transform again.

“You part of something much bigger than the walls of your village,” he motioned to the pack around him. “This is my life, it always has been. However, that has not been the case for a lot of members of my pack.”

“Your pack?” She repeated, having missed it before. “You are the…”
“Alpha.” He completed. “Yes. You see, it’s my job to ensure each member of my pack, past, present, and future is honored and taken care of.”

“But what does that have to do with me? I am not a…” She motioned to him, and Tim knew what she meant.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Tim said. “That night, the night that you were in the woods I was there. Do you remember why you were out there?”

“Why are you asking me about that?”

“Lucy, answer the question,” He promoted, and Lucy felt like he was leaving little to no room for discussion.

“The moon,” She looked up slightly. “I felt like it was calling to me. The woods were too enticing not to entertain. I wanted one last moment of freedom before I was to be wed.” She could swear she saw Tim's smile fade slightly at the reminder that another man was bethrode to her.

“During their first transformation, a lot of the members of my pack talk about how they are drawn to the moon. They don’t remember the change in the beginning, just the moon,” He bends his head slightly. “Do you understand what I am telling you, Lucy?”

“But how...” She said putting the pieces together. “I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t. That’s why I am here.”

“What like a guide?”

“If you wanna call it that,” He said. “Listen, Lucy, usually my pack members are guided by their parents-”

“It’s genetic?” She questions. Her heart was pounding. Lucy was having a hard time grappling the reality of the situation. Tim told her that she had this ability to change within her, which was a little mind-blowing.

“Yes.” He said carefully. “Your parents never told you anything about us.”

“Just the horror stories to keep me out of the woods.” She admitted shyly, that she’d hate to offend Tim with the tales her mother used to tell her growing up. Those tales often were riddled with horror and misguided trust. “But, I don’t know much about my father,”

“I’ve wandered your town for the month, I don’t even think your mother knows the secrets of your father.” She wasn’t going to mention that Tim’s been openly watching them, she’d store that information away for later.

“If you must know, my father, the man who raised me, isn’t my biological father.” Tim’s eyebrow shot up at that. “My mother never really spoke about it, I wouldn’t even know if I hadn’t gone through her journals.”

“Little nosey thing aren’t you,” he said in a way that caused an instant blush to creep onto her face. “Whatever the circumstance is, I believe you are one of us and I intend to show you all of the ropes if you will allow me to. It’s completely up to you”

|~|

Tim brought Lucy back to the cabin, leaving her with the excuse of catching up with his pack to finish off the night's hunt. She appreciated the time alone, it gave her time to think about everything that Tim told her. Her mind was spinning and she was having trouble comprehending how just yesterday, she was bound to marry a man with the personality of a pencil, and today she was faced with the prospect of being a wolf. A werewolf.

It was a lot to take in.

Lucy’s moments of silence were interrupted by a knock on the door before the visitor opened it. Coming in was a taller woman, with deep brunette hair with a kind smile. She is seemingly kind and welcoming, so Lucy greeted her with a smile of her own.

“You must be Lucy,” She said and handed her a glass of water. Lucy took it cautiously.

“You know me?”

“Tim asked me to make sure you were comfortable.” She shrugged. “I was happy to do so, I don’t get to interact with the young wolves as much anymore.”

“I am sorry, I didn’t catch your name,”

“Zoe. Zoe Anderson.” She answered.

“Nice to meet you, Zoe,” Lucy said with a slight nod. “So are you…an umm,”

“A wolf?” She finished. “I used to be.”

“Used to be?” Lucy frowned.

“I was in an accident, and my transformations are just too painful these days. I can still transform but it’s just not an enjoyable thing anymore. I try and stay in one form.” She informed. Lucy felt her staring at her, reading her, just like Tim had been doing earlier. But this time, unlike Tim, there was a tad bit of distrust between the looks. “Tim hasn’t brought anyone new here in a while.”
“Really?” Lucy questioned.

“Yes, you can say he isn’t the most open person.”

“He seems quite trusting to me,” Lucy responded.

“You’re probably the only person to say that,” Zoe laughed. “I don’t mean that to insult Tim, I hold nothing but respect for him and everything he does for the pack, but he tends to keep things tight-knit.”

As Lucy's thoughts drift to Tim, a sense of curiosity and intrigue washes over her like a gentle tide. Despite the warning signs that flash like beacons in the recesses of her mind, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to him, her thoughts consumed by the enigmatic allure of his presence. There's a mystery that surrounds Tim, a depth of character that beckons her to unravel the secrets that lie hidden beneath the surface. Though every instinct screams for her to tread cautiously, Lucy cannot deny the magnetic pull that draws her towards him, a silent call that resonates within the depths of her soul. As she grapples with the conflicting emotions that swirl within her, Lucy knows that she may be walking a dangerous path, but she cannot ignore the undeniable truth that she trusts Tim with a fervor that defies reason.

“Do you plan on staying?”

“I shouldn’t,” she admitted. “But I want to.”

“Good.” Zoe nodded her head. “I can’t imagine this is easy for you. Tim told me he believes you’re one of us. I can’t imagine having to go through these changes without your parents. So if you ever need anything from anyone, I know you’ll have Tim, but I will be here as well. Consider me a piece of your sun.”

“My sun?”

“The moon needs the sun to shine, I will be a piece of your sun. But I have a feeling you’ll be shining all on your own very soon.”

Lucy is struck by the aura of wisdom and warmth that surrounds the older woman. Lucy finds herself drawn to Zoe's calm demeanor and compassionate spirit, sensing in her a kindred soul whose wisdom and insight could prove invaluable in the tumultuous journey that lies ahead. In Zoe, Lucy sees not only a potential ally but also a mentor and confidante, someone whose guidance she can rely on as she navigates the uncertainties of her newfound reality. She understands that the journey ahead is going to be long, however, she has quite the team on her side.

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As the first light of dawn begins to filter through the room’s window, Lucy stirs from her bed, her knotted hair is a gentle reminder of the night's passing. With a contented sigh, she stretches her limbs, she goes to stand outside, basking in the tranquility of the forest as she reflects on the events of the previous evening. Despite the now early hour, Tim had yet to return, leaving Lucy to spend the night in the comforting presence of Zoe. As they had talked into the wee hours of the morning about nothing in particular, Lucy found herself drawn to Zoe's company, her welcoming motherly nature casting a soothing balm over her restless soul. In Zoe, Lucy had found not only a confidante but also a source of solace amidst the uncertainty that shrouded her newfound reality.

As the sun rises higher in the sky, Lucy's anticipation mounts with each passing moment, her thoughts drifting to Tim and the promise of his return. Though she is eager to see him again, a flutter of nervous excitement dances in her chest at the prospect of their reunion. When Tim finally emerges from the depths of the forest, his form illuminated by the golden light of morning, Lucy's heart skips a beat at the sight of him. Despite the weariness etched into the lines of his face and the shadows that linger in his eyes, there is a quiet strength in Tim's demeanor that fills Lucy with a sense of reassurance. And as he draws nearer, their gazes lock in a silent exchange of understanding and camaraderie, Lucy knows that she is ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead with Tim by her side.

“You’re awake early,” He comments seeing her there. Lucy had been sitting at the base of the porch of Tim’s cabin, taking in the morning sky.

“I’m always up early,” Lucy shrugged. “How was your night,”

“It was fine,” Tim shrugged. “Angela got her fun, most of my pack did,”

“And what about you?” Lucy asked. “Did you have fun on your…hunt?” Tim eyed her curiously before nodding softly.

“Yeah, it would seem so,” Tim nodded. “The hunt is mainly to ensure my pack is fed and healthy.”

“Are you tired?” Lucy asked. “Do you need to get some rest?” She was hoping that Tim would be up to telling her more about the pack, although she understood that Tim had a long night.

“No, I am fine,” Tim nodded. “How about I take you for a run?”

“A run?”

“I want you to get comfortable around me in my other form,” Tim said.

“But I can’t…I don’t want to slow you down.” Lucy said shyly. Tim took a step closer to her, his hand coming up slowly to push away a fallen piece of her hair.

“Believe me,” Tim said softly, Lucy could feel his breath on her cheek. “You won’t be slowing me down.” A smile laces his face as he begins to transform right before Lucy once again.

As the moon rises high in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the forest floor, Lucy stands transfixed as Tim's transformation unfolds before her eyes. With each passing moment, his human form begins to contort and shift, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as fur sprouts forth in a mesmerizing display of primal power. Despite the surreal nature of the spectacle unfolding before her, Lucy finds herself unable to tear her gaze away from Tim, her heart pounding with a mixture of awe and admittedly apprehension.

As Tim's transformation nears completion, he fixes his gaze upon Lucy with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine. There's a silent understanding that passes between them. With a graceful movement, the now werewolf form of Tim bows his head in a silent gesture of deference, offering Lucy the chance to climb onto his back.

Though hesitant at first, Lucy senses a deep-seated trust welling within her, a belief in Tim's unwavering commitment to her safety and well-being. With a steady resolve, she approaches him, her hand trembling slightly as she reaches out to touch his fur. As she settles onto his broad back, Tim waits patiently, allowing her to adjust to her newfound perch before setting off into the depths of the forest.

With each powerful stride, Lucy feels the rhythm of Tim's movements beneath her, a symphony of strength and grace that carries them deeper into the heart of the wilderness. She feels a sense of peace settle over her, knowing that she is in the capable hands of her steadfast companion. As they disappear into the early morning light, Lucy's heart soars with a newfound sense of freedom and adventure, her trust in Tim unwavering as they embark on a journey into the unknown.

Lucy had to admit, as they ran through the forest, her lands carefully placed on Tim’s fur, she felt the most at peace she’d ever felt in her entire life. The wind danced through her hair, and the smell of the forest brought her into a state of tranquility.

They came to the stop near the edge of a cliff, it overlooked a large aspect of woods and a river that slowed through the forest. Lucy gently jumped off Tim’s back to take in the view, enjoying the clean air around them.

“This is my favorite place to go to think,” Tim said, having changed back into his human form. “It’s just so”

“Peaceful,” Lucy finished.

“Yeah,” Tim nodded. Tim came up beside her, his chest was up against her back. Tim enjoyed being so close to her, having her on him, her scent filling his every need. She was just so perfect. Having her here was just so perfect. “You see that,” He pointed over to that river. “I learned to swim in that river.”

“Really?” Lucy asked. “I take it you’re a good swimmer?”

“How do you figure.”

“It has a current,” Lucy said pointing it out, hyperaware of how close Tim was. “It’s not easy to learn in moving water, whoever taught you to swim out there had to believe in your skills.”

“Or they were praying for my downfall,” Tim said, he placed her hands onto her hips, drawing her in. Lucy allowed it, feeling completely comfortable with Tim. “My father's teaching methods were a bit cruel,” Tim admitted. Lucy frowned, placing her hand on Tim’s hand where it rested on her hips as they both stared out into the woods. “He pushed me in,” she felt him shake his head. “I managed to grab onto a branch and swam to the other side. He sat there, and when I made it to the other side, he ran back into the woods leaving me there.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucy whispered. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“I was never meant to be an alpha in his mind,” Tim sighed. “I think he was trying to prove the universe wrong,”

“How do you know, if you are an alpha?” Lucy asked, wanting to know more about the culture within the pack.

“You just know.” Tim shrugged. “It’s something you can pick up, but you can also know based on a person's personality.”

“You’re the only alpha in the pack,” She felt Tim nod. “So do you talk to all your new possible pack members like this?” She felt Tim pull her closer, he placed his head on her shoulder, practically sniffing her.

“Just the ones I like,” Tim said. “You interest me,”

“I do?” Lucy asked softly. “Why?”

“Would you believe me if I told you my heart called for you?” Lucy could feel her heart skipping at the man's words.

“Yes, I would, because I feel the same way,” Lucy closed her eyes, taking in the moment between them. “Why?” She finally asked. “I barely know you, and yet I feel more at peace here with you than I ever did anywhere else.”

“We are bounded, our souls to be exact,” Tim explained, pulling away from Lucy and Lucy immediately felt the distance. “Lucy, do you believe in soulmates?”

“I don’t know,” She admitted. “I don’t know much about the concept.”

“Soulmates are like two halves of the same whole. They're connected on a deeper level, beyond just physical attraction or shared interests." Tim looked far off into the distance before turning to look at Lucy, with a soft and warm smile.

"So, it's like a spiritual connection?" Lucy asked.

"Exactly. It's as if your souls recognize each other, even if your minds and bodies haven't caught up yet. When you find your soulmate, it's like coming home after a long journey. You feel a sense of completeness and belonging that you've never experienced before."

"Wow, that sounds... incredible," Lucy admitted with a soft and careful laugh.

"It is. And sometimes, soulmates are drawn together to fulfill a purpose or a destiny. It's like the universe aligns to bring them together at the right place and the right time." He reached out to intertwine their hands together.

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

"I do. And Lucy, I believe that you and I... we're soulmates."

“Wow.” Lucy smiled, her face heating up.

“I don’t expect you to say anything,” Tim said. “I just promised to be honest with you. Nothing will come of this revelation.”

“It won’t?” She asked, not masking her disappointment. Tim would be lying if he said that disappointment made him want to smirk, it was nice to know that she was just as affected by him as he was to her.

“Lucy, you are in one of the most confusing journeys of your life right now. What kind of Alpha would I be if I distracted you from that journey? Listen, you have to be patient.”

“I can be patient,” Lucy confirmed.

“Your journey is already so different, most of my pack have managed their first change well before your age,”

“Watch it, mister,” Lucy warned. “ I am quite young.”

“You know what I mean,” Tim laughed. “I don’t want to rush this transition for you. It’s going to be difficult. I don’t know why your mother kept this part of you hidden but she did, and now it’s my job to help transform you.”

“What if I can’t? You seem to have a lot riding on me transforming and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Tim said softly. “Believe me, I won’t be disappointed. But I also know you’re meant to transform, I don’t know why, but believe me, I know. Until we’ve made some progress,” He looked down at their hands, “I need you to focus.”

“Okay,” Lucy said, taking a deep breath. “I trust you.” Warmth spread through Tim’s chest. “Speaking of my mother, would it be possible to go back to my village?”

“Lucy,” Tim sighed. “I am going to be honest with you. I fear I can’t let you out of my sight, someone in that village, I don’t know who, they are giving me a weird feeling. Goes against everything in me to let you go back into that village.”

“So I am what…a prisoner?” Lucy frowned.

“No of course not.” Tim shook his head. “If you want to go back, I can take you, but I can’t guarantee you’ll be safe.” She could tell he didn’t want her to go back. “I could deliver a letter if you want to let your parents know you are safe.”

“You’d do that for me?” Lucy asked.

“For you, my dear, I run around the world,” Tim said. “Right, a letter my dear, and I will get it to them during one of my hunts.”

“Thank you, Tim, that means a lot.” She took a deep breath, as Tim watched her carefully.

“Come on, let's get back to the pack, I have someone I want to introduce you to.” Lucy nodded and watched as Tim gave the view one last look before transforming once again. Lucy got back on his back carefully and the two took off into the forest.

|~|

As Tim leads Lucy back into the heart of the pack, she feels a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through her veins. The familiar sights and sounds of the pack greet her like an old friend, filling her with a sense of belonging that she had never known before. As they reach their destination, Lucy's eyes fall upon a young girl, no more than thirteen years old, her expression a mixture of curiosity and caution. With a gentle smile, Tim introduces Lucy to the girl, explaining to the younger girl that Lucy is a new member of the pack.

“Lucy, this is Tamara. A stray,” Tim said.

“I’m not a stray,” The girl hissed. “Is this your new puppy? Replacing me so soon Tim?”

“Puppy?” Lucy questioned.

“Are you his new charity case?”

“Tamara,” Tim warned. “I need you to watch your manners,” Lucy could tell from Tim’s voice that he was not amused by Tamara’s comment.

“Sorry,” Tamara amended. “It’s been a long morning.”

“I found Tamara a few weeks ago, she was kicked out of her pack for her lack of manners,” Tim said, now turning to Lucy. “I want you to spend your days with her.”

“You got me a babysitter?” The teen asked. “You can’t be serious.”

“Tim,” Lucy said softly. “She doesn’t seem to like me very much,”

“Trust me, I have a feeling you two are going to get along splendidly.” Tim smiled. “I am going to go take a nap,”

“Nap? What are you an old man?” Tamara teased.

“I thought you said you weren’t tired?” Lucy laughed softly.

“I am going to regret introducing you two,” Tim muttered, before turning his attention solely to Lucy. “You call out for me if you need something, and if anyone gives you trouble sick Tamara on them, she may be small but she puts up a fight.” Lucy nodded and Tim moved to kiss her forehead, both of them reveling in the feeling of having each other close before Tim pulled away, and walked back to his cabin.

“So,” Tamara said while Lucy watched Tim fade away into the distance. “You the new queen of the pack,”

“Excuse me?” Lucy asked.

“Tim has taken a particular interest in you, and he is like the equivalent of a king,” She motioned to Lucy, “hence the queen reference,”

“Oh no, Tim and I aren’t in a relationship,”

“Not yet,” The teen shrugged. “So rumor has it you can’t change yet,”

“I wasn’t even aware of all of this last week,” Lucy said rather embarrassed. “Tim says he’s gonna help guide me through it all.”

“Is that his way of dating?” Tamara laughed. “No wonder he’s still single.” Before Lucy could respond, Tamara’s stomach grumbled. “Come on, let’s go eat before Smitty eats all the good stuff.”

“Who is smitty? Everyone keeps mentioning him,” Lucy asked, following the teen. Tamara laughed, looking back at Lucy’s lost look.

“Trust me, you are better off not knowing,”

Chapter Text

Lucy followed Tamara off to a large building, inside a whole lot of people were seated and eating together. She was eyed by a few people as they walked through. Nervously Lucy tried to hide herself, wrapping her arms around her body.

“Ignore them,” Tamara said as they found a table in the back of the room. “They aren’t used to someone new. Especially not a potential queen.”

“I’d appreciate it if you stop calling me that,” Lucy muttered. “I am not a queen.”

“Not yet,” The teen shrugged. As Lucy's gaze sweeps across the room, she can't help but feel a pang of nervousness as she catches the curious glances of the other pack members. Their eyes seem to follow her every move, scrutinizing her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Despite their attempts to conceal their scrutiny, Lucy can sense the weight of their gaze bearing down upon her, their silent judgment sending a shiver down her spine. With each passing moment, her nerves threaten to overwhelm her, and she finds herself wishing that Tim were by her side, his mere presence enough to ward off the prying eyes of their fellow pack members. In the absence of his reassuring presence, Lucy feels exposed and vulnerable, longing for the comfort and protection that only Tim can provide. As she struggles to maintain her composure amidst the sea of stares, Lucy can't help but yearn for the moment when she can escape the scrutiny of their judgmental gazes and find solace in the safety of Tim's embrace. “Are you okay?” The teen asked.

“They are staring,” She said, looking down.

“Are you not used to the stares? I find that hard to believe.”

“My world and yours seem to be very different,” Lucy admitted. “Nobody stares at me back home because no one finds me all the interesting.” Before Tamara had a chance to respond a man came walking up to them, a tall man with a dazzling smile.

“I find it hard to believe that no one gave you attention,” He said taking a seat beside them, “Hi, I’m Emmett.”

“Lucy,” She responded with a shy smile, Emmett holding her gaze.

“Tamara,” The young girl said popping into the conversation.

“Yes hello again Tamara,” Emmett said barely acknowledging the young girl as he continued to stare at Lucy. “I heard we had a new member of the pack, I never would have thought it was someone so…” He looked her over. “Beautiful.”

As Emmett, the tall stranger, settles down beside her, Lucy feels a wave of nerves wash over her like a tidal wave. His presence looms large, his towering stature casting a shadow over her small frame. Though she tries to maintain her composure, Lucy can't shake the feeling of unease that settles in the pit of her stomach as Emmett turns his attention towards her. His piercing gaze seems to bore into her very soul, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in his presence. Despite her best efforts to appear calm and collected, Lucy can't help but feel a sense of trepidation as she wonders what secrets lie behind Emmett's inscrutable facade. With each passing moment, her nerves threaten to overwhelm her, and she finds herself struggling to find the right words to say in his imposing presence. Lucy didn’t know how to respond, never having dealt with someone flirting with her so she tore her gaze away and nervously looked toward the teen for help, but Tamara paid them no mind. Luckily, she was saved by a female walking over.

“Lang,” Angela’s voice came from behind them. Lucy looked over to see the brunette woman watching them with her arms crossed. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“I was just making Lucy here feel welcomed,” Lang said a touch of annoyance in his voice before he turned back over to Lucy.

“She’s very welcome here, on the other hand, you are not.” She said, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Run along now,”

“I will see you around Lucy,” Emmett said, giving Lucy one last look over before leaving the table. Angela shook her head and took Emmett's seat, and almost instantly three people were placing plates in front of them.

“Oh um thank you,” Lucy smiled at the young lady who gave her a plate. Angela waved her hand sending them away, while Tamara was already digging into her food.

“Ignore Lang,” Angela said, taking a bite of the food. “He’s an asshole.”

“He’s very blunt,” Lucy said nervously. “Thank you for scaring him away.”

“Trust me, it’s better for us all if Tim doesn’t see anyone flirting with you,” Angela said with a knowing look. “So, how are you liking it here?”

“It’s different,” Lucy admitted. “Tim has been a very good guide.”

“I see he got you a puppy,” Angela smirked looking at the young girl.

“Don’t call me that,” Tamara said holding a fork to Angela. “Tim seems to think we will bond,”

“Are you being nice Tamara?” Angela asked. “I think Tim rather likes this one,”

“I am right here you know?” Lucy said.

“Sorry,” Angela apologized. “I guess I should formally introduce myself. I am Angela, Tim’s second in command I guess.”

“You’re his best friend,” Lucy commented. “He seems quite fond of you,”

“He said that?” Angela raised an eyebrow.

“It’s implied.” Lucy shrugged. “You caught me quite off guard the other day.”

“It wasn’t my intention,” Angela said. “I was trying to get out for a hunt, if I scared you, I apologize.”

“It’s okay,” Lucy said. “It’s better that I know about it all up front,”

“I understand. I can’t imagine this is easy.”

As Angela's words echo in her mind, Lucy can't help but marvel at the unexpected ease with which she seems to be adapting to her new reality. The thought of embracing a life filled with supernatural beings and mysterious powers should be daunting. Yet, somehow, Lucy finds herself navigating this strange new world with a sense of surprising grace and resilience. Despite the myriad challenges and uncertainties that lie ahead, she feels a strange sense of calm settle over her, as if some unseen force is guiding her steps and illuminating the path forward.

|~|

Later that day Lucy sits outside with Tamara, the young girl eagerly demonstrates her talent for carving wood with a skill and finesse that defies her age. With each deft stroke of her knife, Tamara brings the rough surface of the wood to life, transforming it into a work of art that captures the imagination. As Lucy watches in awe, she can't help but be impressed by Tamara's natural talent and artistic vision, marveling at the way she effortlessly breathes life into her creations. Despite the simplicity of their surroundings, there's a sense of magic in the air as Tamara's hands work their magic, carving intricate patterns and designs that seem to dance before Lucy's eyes. As she joins Tamara in the act of creation, Lucy feels a sense of peace and contentment wash over her, knowing that she has found a kindred spirit in this talented young girl, whose artistic talents serve as a testament to the beauty and wonder of the world around them.

“You are good at that,” Lucy commented, the young girl lighting up at the compliment.

“Thanks,” She said with a shy smile. “My mother taught me, you know, before the whole,” Her voice faded off into the distance, and Lucy understood the unspoken words. Death practically loomed around this young girl, no wonder she had her walls so high up. Lucy felt honored that she was being let in the way she was.

“What about your parents? Did they show you how to do anything cool?”

“Oh, definitely not.” Lucy wanted to laugh at the thought of her parents doing anything fun. “My parents were strictly rule followers, they don’t do anything creative like this.” Tamara looked up cautiously before looking back down at her carving.

“Sounds like a boring way to live,” Tamara said thoughtfully.

“Maybe,” Lucy placed her carving down. “Certainly didn’t prepare me for this sort of life.”

“Mmh,” Tamara said thoughtfully. “Nothing can prepare you for this sort of life. I guess that's life for you,”

“You’re thoughtful for a thirteen-year-old,” Lucy said, with a soft smile.

“She’s full of a lot of things, thoughtfulness is not something everyone would say,” Tim said, and Lucy couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his voice. She saw him walking over, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Haha,” Tamara rolled her eyes. “You think you are so funny,”

“I think I am hilarious,” Tim said with a shrug. “Now, sorry but I am here to take Ms. Chen off your hands, and I believe you have somewhere to be Ms.Colins”

“Please, don’t let me stop you,” Tamara said, standing up and shaking off the dirt on her pants. “Be safe kids, oh and please don’t call me Ms. Colins, it makes me sound old.” She all but walked off into the woods without another word. Lucy smiled at Tim.

“She’s quite the character,” Lucy said softly.

“Believe me, I know,” Tim sighed. “So, you two got along?”

“Yeah, she’s a good kid,”

“Good.” Tim nodded. “Come with me,”

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t you trust me, Chen?” He asked, sending her a toothy smile. Lucy smiled brightly back at him, nodding. Tim reached out taking her hand in his and pulling her along a short path. Lucy tried her best to keep up with Tim’s fast pace. “Come on,”

“Where are you taking me,”

“Well part of me bringing you here is so I can show you my life,” He continues to pull her along. “And one of my favorite things to do is watch my pack train, I figured you’d like to watch the race.”

As Lucy's curiosity about the nature of the pack's training grows, she finds herself eager to discover what it entails. When they arrive at a cliff overlooking the training field, her anticipation heightens. Initially, she is about to stay standing, but Tim's insistence urges her to follow him. He gently tugs her along, leading her towards a nearby tree. Lucy looks at him expectantly, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of excitement. She senses that there's more to this moment than meets the eye, and she waits with bated breath for Tim to reveal what lies ahead.

“Can you climb a tree?” Tim asked.

“Oh, I mean yeah, I’ve climbed a tree or two,” Lucy admitted.

“You?” Tim asked raising an eyebrow.

“My mother's screams were so loud whenever she caught me up in a tree,” She laughed slightly. Tim laughed with her and then motioned to the tree, she nodded and began climbing, Tim right behind her.

With determination in her eyes, Lucy begins to climb the sturdy branches of the tree, her fingers finding purchase on the rough bark as she ascends higher and higher. Each movement is deliberate, every foothold carefully chosen as she navigates her way toward the canopy above. Finally, she reaches a sturdy branch that offers a perfect vantage point overlooking the training field below. With a sense of accomplishment, Lucy settles onto the branch, feeling the solid support beneath her as she looks out over the sprawling expanse of the training grounds. Beside her, Tim joins her on the branch, his presence a comforting presence at her side.

“So what are you doing down there?” Lucy asked, watching carefully. She was able to pick out a few different figures, Angela was in the middle of it all, and Tamara was off to the side, carefully watching them all.

“Every other day Angela runs a training. They run, they spar, they practice using skills. Today their focus is sparing, it ensures strength among the pack.” Tim explained, and he took a moment to point someone out. “That’s Aaron, he’s a force to be reckoned with, but he’s a little cocky, and when he’s hurt he doesn’t let his wounds heal before going full-on again.” He points to a woman standing off in the corner. “That’s Nyla, she’s a fierce fighter, people underestimate her, she’s proven to be great, but she needs to work on being a team player.”

“You seem to know a lot about them all,” Lucy said softly.

“A leader has to know their pack,” Tim said. “I am going to get you down there one day, but I wanted to give you a chance to see how it’s done,”

“Does Tamara fight?” Lucy asked, noticing the teenager talking with Angela.

“No,” Tim said sternly. “I don’t allow any children in my care to fight. She likes to watch, and Angela has been teaching her self-defense, but she is not allowed to participate in the group sparring sessions unless it’s with myself or Angela.”

“That’s very honorable of you,” She said, and Tim didn’t respond to that. Lucy could sense that there was something more to that but she wouldn’t push it.

Together, they sit in companionable silence, watching as the pack members below engage in their training exercises with skill and determination. The air is filled with the sounds of grunts and shouts, the clashing of weapons echoing through the forest. Despite the intensity of the scene unfolding before them, Lucy feels a sense of peace settle over her as she sits side by side with Tim, their shared perspective offering a unique insight into the workings of the pack.

As they watch, Lucy feels a bond forming between them, a silent understanding that transcends words. At this moment, perched high above the chaos of the training field, Lucy knows that she has found a kindred spirit in Tim, someone who shares her sense of wonder and awe at the world around them. As they sit together, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, Lucy feels a sense of gratitude wash over her, knowing that she has found a true friend and ally in Tim, someone who will stand by her side through whatever challenges lie ahead.

Watching the combat, she noticed a round between Emmett and Aaron coming to an end. As the sparring match between Emmett and Aaron reaches its climax, the tension in the air is palpable as the two opponents exchange blows with a ferocity that leaves onlookers on the edge of their seats. With each strike and parry, Emmett's skill and agility become increasingly apparent, his movements fluid and precise as he anticipates Aaron's every move with uncanny accuracy. Despite Aaron's best efforts to gain the upper hand, it soon becomes clear that Emmett is the superior fighter, his prowess in combat undeniable as he gradually gains the advantage.

As the final blow is struck and Aaron falls to the ground, defeated, Emmett looks up, his eyes locking with Lucy's across the training field. At that moment, time seems to stand still as their gazes meet, a silent understanding passing between them. Despite the intensity of the sparring match, Lucy can't help but feel a sense of admiration for Emmett's skill and determination, a flicker of respect igniting within her as she watches him emerge victorious.

“I met him today,” Lucy says out loud, and she could feel Tim tense beside her.

“You did? When?”

“He approached Tamara and me when we were getting lunch, he introduced himself,” Lucy explained. “Do you know him well?”

“I know him,” He said. As Lucy and Tim engage in conversation about Emmett, she can't shake the feeling that something is off. Despite Tim's attempts to conceal his true feelings, Lucy senses a subtle tension in his demeanor when Emmett's name is mentioned. His words are measured, his tone guarded, betraying a hint of unease that belies his attempts to appear nonchalant. Though Tim's reasons for disliking Emmett remain unclear, Lucy can't help but wonder what lies beneath the surface of his apparent animosity.

“He seems to be a good fighter,” Lucy says.

“Does that impress you?” Tim asked shortly. Lucy frowned, not having heard this tone from him before. She watched as Tim jumped from his position in the tree, Lucy couldn’t help but gawk in awe. He didn’t leave her up there, he silently waited, offering his hand as she climbed down. She gave him a shy smile, and he kept his hand in hers leading her down to the training area.

As Lucy and Tim descend towards the training area, the atmosphere is charged with a sense of anticipation and reverence. As they approach, Lucy notices the other pack members giving Tim a short bow of the head, a subtle gesture of respect that speaks volumes about his status within the pack. Despite his attempts to remain composed, Lucy can see the faint glimmer of pride in Tim's eyes at the display of acknowledgment from his fellow pack members.

However, amidst the show of respect, Angela looks on with a knowing smile. Lucy catches the hint of amusement in Angela's expression as she observes the look of jealousy and determination etched on Tim's face. It's clear that Angela recognizes the complex emotions swirling within Tim, and Lucy can't help but wonder what lies beneath the surface of his stoic facade.

“Emmett, come here,” Tim announced and then turned his gaze to Lucy, immediately his face turning soft. “Go take a seat with Tamara,” Lucy nodded her head and walked away over to Tamara.

“This is amazing,” Tamara said to Lucy. “I’ve never seen him down here,”

“Really?” Lucy asked curiously.

“He only spars with Angela, or Aaron sometimes, but never with an audience,” Tamara said. Lucy couldn’t help but wonder why the change, as he prepared to spar with Emmett.

As Lucy watches Tim, her breath catches in her throat as he carefully removes his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. She can't help but admire the strength and confidence in his movements, feeling a flutter of excitement stirring within her at the sight of his powerful physique. Nearby, she notices Tim and Angela engaging in a silent conversation, their expressions serious and focused as they exchange words.

Before long, Angela steps forward to announce the beginning of the match between Tim and Emmett. As Lucy watches with bated breath, Tim and Emmett step into the center of the training area, their movements fluid and precise as they circle each other, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. The tension in the air is palpable as they exchange a series of quick jabs and feints, each fighter testing the other's defenses with calculated precision.

Emmett strikes first, his fist connecting with Tim's jaw with a resounding thud that echoes through the training grounds. Lucy winces at the impact, fearing that Tim might be thrown off balance by the unexpected blow. However, to her relief, Tim remains unfazed, quickly regaining his composure as he retaliates with a flurry of punches and kicks that keep Emmett on the defensive.

As the fight progresses, Lucy can see the determination in Tim's eyes, a fierce intensity that burns brightly amidst the chaos of the sparring match. Despite Emmett's attempts to gain the upper hand, it's clear that Tim is in control, his movements calculated and precise as he anticipates Emmett's every move with uncanny accuracy.

With each passing moment, Lucy finds herself drawn deeper into the rhythm of the fight, her heart pounding in time with the ebb and flow of the battle unfolding before her. She watches with a mixture of awe and admiration as Tim delivers a series of devastating blows that leave Emmett reeling, his defenses crumbling beneath the relentless assault.

Finally, with a swift and decisive maneuver, Tim seizes the opportunity to deliver the finishing blow, his fist connecting with Emmett's jaw with a satisfying thud that reverberates through the air. As Emmett staggers backward, defeated, Tim stands tall and victorious, his chest heaving with exertion as he looks out into the crowd.

At that moment, as their eyes meet across the training grounds, Lucy feels a surge of pride swell within her, knowing that she has witnessed her soulmate's strength and determination in action. And as Tim basks in the glow of his hard-earned victory, Lucy can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the incredible fighter standing before her.

“I think he’s trying to impress you.” The teenager smiled next to Lucy. “Look at him over there, shirt off, putting his pack in their place.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Lucy asked.

“Emmett tried flirting with you and suddenly Tim decides he wants to try sparing? Yeah, it’s total alpha male, literally,” she said referencing Tim’s role in the pack. “Go, congratulate him on his victory, I am sure he’d welcome it.” Lucy frowned as the teen raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“You are pretty bold for a teenager,” Lucy commented and then she went to approach Tim.
As Tim stands tall, basking in the glow of his hard-earned victory, a sense of triumph radiates from every fiber of his being. His chest heaves with exertion, sweat glistening on his brow as he surveys the training grounds with a satisfied grin. The cheers of the crowd wash over him like a wave, filling him with a sense of pride and accomplishment that is palpable in the air.

Amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Lucy approaches Tim with a happy smile, her eyes alight with admiration and pride. With each step she takes, her heart swells with a sense of joy and excitement, knowing that she is about to congratulate her soulmate on his impressive victory. As she reaches his side, she extends her hand towards him, a gesture of respect and admiration for the incredible fighter standing before her.

"Congratulations, Tim," Lucy says, her voice filled with genuine warmth and admiration. "That was an amazing fight. I'm very much impressed."

Tim's grin widens at her words, a spark of gratitude shining in his eyes as he clasps her hand in his own. In that moment, as their eyes meet, Lucy can sense the unspoken bond that binds them together, a silent affirmation of the deep connection they share.

"Thank you, Lucy," Tim replies, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

As they stand together amidst the cheers of the crowd, Lucy feels a sense of contentment wash over her, knowing that she has found a true partner and ally in Tim. And as they share a moment of quiet celebration, she knows that their bond will only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

Chapter Text

“So,” Angela started, Tim was preparing his and Lucy’s dinner. He was going to take her out to the woods tonight to begin helping her with her transition, but he wanted to make sure she was well-fed first. “How’s Lucy?” 

“Good, she’s settling in well,” Tim answered. 

“Right,” Angela nodded. “Are you gonna tell me what that whole macho man thing was?” She has known Tim for a very long time, perhaps longer than anyone else in the pack, and she can't help but notice the subtle changes in his demeanor. From the moment she spoke with Tim that night in the woods, Angela sensed a shift in his demeanor, a quiet fascination that seemed to grow with each passing day.

She remembered that night the way Tim's eyes had lit up when he spoke of Lucy, his voice betraying a depth of feeling that he had kept hidden from the rest of the pack. In that moment, Angela had known that Tim's feelings for Lucy were more than just fleeting, that there was something more profound at play.

Now, as she watches Tim interact with Lucy, Angela can't help but feel a sense of warmth and admiration for her friend. She sees the way Tim's eyes light up whenever Lucy is near, the subtle glances and gestures that betray his growing fondness for the newest member of the pack. And though Tim may not yet realize the full extent of his feelings, Angela knows it's only a matter of time before he admits the truth.

“We are not gonna talk about it, because there is nothing to talk about,” Tim said shortly. 

“Nothing?” Angela questioned. “Because you have never taken interest in sparring until Lucy came along, and don’t think I didn’t see that little glare you sent towards Emmett.” 

“Emmett needed to be put into place. He was being disrespectful,” Tim grunted. 

“You mean he was flirting with Lucy?” Angela asked, there was a bit of an amused hint in her voice. “You’re welcome by the way,” 

“He wasn’t flirting with her,” Tim frowned. He didn’t like the idea of her flirting with Emmett, or vice versa. It made something inside him flare up. She was his soulmate, not Emmett’s, and even if they weren’t in a relationship, Tim didn’t like the idea of anyone flirting with her. But Tim wasn’t going to explain this to his best friend. “Wait, what do you mean you're welcome?” 

“I already warned Emmett he’s to stay away from Lucy,” Angela explained. “He wasn’t going to go anywhere near Lucy again,” 

“Are you sure? He was sending her some knowing glances.” Tim grumbled. 

“Seriously?” Angela laughed. “That’s why you did this? For knowing glances. Tim, you can’t be serious? Tim, you bruised the poor man’s face.” 

“And now he will know his place.” Tim shrugged. “Listen, Ange, I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Lucy and I have some business to take care of.” 

“Fine, I will let you enjoy your night, but next time you wanna compete for her attention, let me know, I want to make a snack to enjoy the show properly,” Angela said and gave him a little wave goodbye. Tim couldn’t help but grumble over his nosey best friend.

Walking back over to Lucy, she looks up at him with a smile, and Tim does his best to ignore the flare of emotions within him but fails, ultimately allowing his smile to show through. He told Lucy how he believed they were soul mates, and it felt that every moment he spent with her only made his words seem more true. But then again, he knew so little about love and soulmates, his affections could be a mask for just how intriguing he found the strange woman. Only time will tell. 

“Eat up,” He said, placing the food he had carefully picked out for her in front of her. “I don’t know how late we will be out tonight.” 

“What are your plans?” She asked curiously, picking up her food. 

“I want to see how your body reacts to the moon.” He sat down. “Though it’s not a full moon,  and while I still think you are like many of my pack, who find it’s easier to transition during a full moon, I think we can work on your transition, giving in to the temptation.” 

“Does it hurt?” She asked softly. 

“No,” He said. “But I was young when I first transitioned. I don’t remember much. You can ask Tamara about her experience, she experienced her first transition much later than most.” 

“You said she was a part of another pack before right?” 

“Yes,” He nodded solemnly. “When her parents died, she had yet to transition, and the new pack alpha was cutting people out. They left her like she was dirt. I found her during one of my hunts, she had transitioned all alone in the woods, she didn’t know how to transition back and she nearly took my head off.” 

“And so you thought, hey, just the person I want in my pack,” Lucy teased. 

“Yeah well, she was different. And as you can see, I have a habit of bringing in strays.” He looked around at the members walking around him. “When my father ruled, the pack was probably half the size of this, but I find that no one should be without a pack. If they are deemed worthy then I bring them in.” 

“What have I done to be seen as worthy?” She wondered out loud. 

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I know the risk of bringing you in, especially when you haven’t changed, but I think you are worth the risk.” 

“What about all the backlash of the pack?” He looked her in the eyes at her question, a shiver going through her body at eye contact. He was seemingly pondering her question carefully. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke with such determination and admiration that even Lucy could see he was being sincere. 

“Something matters more.”

|~| 

Lucy had to admit, her favorite thing to do down had to be running the woods, her arms around Tim’s back as he quickly made his way through the dense trees. He was fast yet gentle in his movements. She found herself the most at peace as he dodged logs, rocks, and bushes. She had to admit that when she learned to transform, she’d miss running with him like this. 

The sun was long gone now, replaced with the bright white light of the moon. It was bright outside despite the hour, and while it wasn’t a full moon, Lucy could feel the pull of the moon and its energy just as she did the last time they were out. 

She felt relaxed, more so than she ever had when she had been in the village. She didn’t know if it was because she was here with Tim or out in the woods. Whatever the cause was, she couldn’t deny the relaxed and calm state that she was in now that she was here with him.  

As Tim comes to a stop amid the woods Lucy looks around. The forest stretches out before them, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, casting long shadows across the forest floor. It's a clear space, just like the one she had found that first night in the woods, only this time she isn't alone. She has Tim by her side, a steady presence that fills her with a sense of comfort and security.

Tim slowly bends down to allow Lucy to dismount from his back gently. As she steps onto the forest floor, Lucy takes a moment to look around, taking in the beauty of their surroundings with awe and wonder. She feels a sense of gratitude welling up within her as she gazes up at the moon, its silvery light casting a magical glow over the landscape.

It's Tim's voice that draws her out of her state of serenity, his words breaking through the quiet stillness of the night. "Do you enjoy being out here?" he asks her, his tone gentle and inquisitive. Lucy turns to look at him, her smile not fading away as she meets his gaze.

"Yes, I do," she replies, her voice soft with emotion. "There's something so peaceful about being out here, surrounded by nature. It's like the world fades away, and all that's left is the beauty of the forest and the company of a good friend."

Tim returns her smile, a warmth in his eyes that mirrors her own. In that moment, Lucy knows that she is exactly where she is meant to be, surrounded by the tranquility of the woods and the companionship of a kindred spirit. And as they stand together beneath the moonlit sky, Lucy feels a sense of contentment wash over her. 

“I am glad,” He says to her. “I’ve always liked coming out here,” He admitted. “Especially running out here, it feels like coming home,” 

“I’ve never felt this way before,” Lucy admits, silently pushing away a strand of hair. 

“I am glad that I can be the one to show you this life.” He holds out his hand for her, which she gladly accepts. Tugging her along a path of his own, he brings her to a wooden log, motioning her to sit down. “If at any point you feel like you can’t do this anymore, you tell me and we will stop.” 

“I trust you, Tim.” Tim all but glows at the thought of how much trust Lucy has put into him. He understands they haven’t known each other very long, yet she has put so much trust in him that it means the world to him. He knows, or at least thinks he knows, that she doesn’t truly believe in the idea of soulmates, but she trusts him and his words, so for now, that’s enough. 

As Lucy and Tim sit together beneath the moonlit sky, their conversation turns to the topic of Lucy's upcoming transformation. Tim's voice is calm and reassuring as he offers her advice on how to navigate the process.

"You have to give in to the pull of the moon," Tim begins his words carrying a weight of wisdom born from experience. "Allow yourself to breathe and focus on the moon above. It's a powerful force, and embracing it will help guide you through the transformation."

Lucy listens intently, absorbing Tim's words with a sense of reverence and awe. She knows that he speaks from personal experience, and she trusts his guidance implicitly.

"But what if it's painful?" Lucy asks, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice.

Tim's expression softens, his eyes filled with understanding and empathy. "The first change may bring some pain," he admits, "but you're not alone. I'll be here to help you through it every step of the way. And if at any moment you want to stop, just say the word. Your well-being is what matters most." Lucy nods, a sense of gratitude swelling within her at Tim's unwavering support and reassurance. 

As the night air swirls around them, Tim's steady gaze meets Lucy's, his hands clasping hers with a reassuring warmth. "Are you ready to begin?" he asks, his voice gentle yet firm.

Lucy's reply is tentative, her voice barely above a whisper as she nods her head in affirmation. She can feel the weight of anticipation hanging in the air, mingled with a sense of trepidation and excitement.

With a gentle smile, Tim begins to guide Lucy through the process, his voice a soothing presence amidst the darkness of the night. "Close your eyes," he instructs, his tone soft and reassuring. "Focus on the moon above, feel its pull on your very being."

As Lucy obeys, her eyelids fluttering shut, she feels a sense of calm wash over her, a serene stillness settling in the depths of her soul. With each breath, she feels herself surrendering to the rhythm of the night, allowing the pull of the moon to envelop her in its embrace.

Tim's voice guides her through the process, his words a beacon of guidance and support in the darkness. Together, they navigate the depths of Lucy's transformation, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. As the night unfolds around them, Lucy finds herself lost in the embrace of the moonlit sky, her spirit soaring on the wings of newfound freedom and possibility. 

As Tim's voice fills the night air with gentle encouragement, Lucy feels a sense of anticipation building within her, mingled with a hint of apprehension. "Embrace the moon, Lucy," Tim urges, his words a soothing melody in the darkness. "Let go of the control, and let the moon's desire take over," he repeats his first words. With a deep breath, Lucy releases the tight grip she has on her senses, allowing herself to surrender to the pull of the moon. "It's okay, Lucy," Tim reassures her, his voice steady and reassuring. "Just breathe and focus on the moon above. Let it guide you through the process."

Slowly, Lucy's calm demeanor is replaced by a subtle itch of pain, a discomfort that begins to gnaw at the edges of her consciousness. Slowly but surely, the pain intensifies, seeping into every fiber of her being until it becomes all-consuming. With a groan of agony, Lucy falls to the forest floor, releasing Tim's hands as her fingers claw at the dirt beneath her. Tim shoots up in alarm, his concern evident in his voice as he asks if she's okay and if she needs to stop.

With a shaky hand, Lucy manages to raise it in a feeble attempt to indicate that she's okay, even if she's far from it. Despite the discomfort of seeing her in pain, Tim continues to guide her, his voice a steady anchor in the storm.

"You're doing great, Lucy," Tim encourages, his voice filled with pride and admiration. "Just keep following your instincts and trust in the process. You're stronger than you know."

As Lucy follows Tim's instructions, tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with the dirt and sweat on her face. She bites her lip to stifle her cries, the intensity of the pain threatening to overwhelm her completely. Suddenly, a surge of energy courses through Lucy's veins, a wild, uncontrollable force that threatens to consume her. With a gasp of agony, she feels herself teetering on the edge of consciousness, the world spinning around her in a dizzying blur. Before she could say another thing, the pain became too much and she blacks out completely. 

Tim watches with growing concern as Lucy's body twitches in pain, her unconscious form writhing on the forest floor. He reaches out to her instinctively, his heart pounding in his chest as he tries to rouse her from her unconscious state.

"Lucy," he calls out, his voice laced with worry. "Lucy, can you hear me?"

But there's no response from Lucy, her eyes remaining closed as she continues to thrash about in agony. Tim's heart sinks as he watches her, feeling utterly helpless in the face of her suffering. And then, just as suddenly as it began, Lucy's body goes still, her eyes snapping open to reveal a startling transformation. No longer the big brown eyes he had recalled, they now shine with a bright yellow hue, reflecting the primal instincts that lie dormant within her.

Tim's breath catches in his throat as he watches Lucy pull away from him, clearly not conscious of her actions. He can see the pain etched on her face, a grim reminder of the struggle she's enduring.

"Lucy, it's okay," Tim reassures her, his voice calm and steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides. "I'm here with you. Just give in to the change, let it take over."

But Lucy doesn't respond to his words, her body thrashing about as she continues to transform before his eyes. Tim watches in awe and horror as her human form slowly gives way to that of a wolf, the process agonizingly slow and painful to witness.

As the transformation reaches its climax, Lucy lets out a mix of human and animal whines, the sound echoing through the stillness of the forest. Tim can see the struggle written on her face, the battle between embracing the change and fighting it raging within her. And then, with a final, shuddering breath, Lucy's transformation is complete, leaving Tim face to face with a beautiful brown wolf. 

As Tim gazes upon the beautiful brown wolf that now stands before him, he is struck by her stunning appearance. Her fur is a deep shade of brown, rich and lustrous, with small patches of golden highlights that shimmer in the moonlight. It's as if she's been touched by the hand of nature herself, her coat a masterpiece of beauty and grace.

Her fur is thick and luxurious, giving her an aura of regal elegance, while her feet are as white as freshly fallen snow, a stark contrast against the earthy tones of her coat. Despite her smaller stature compared to Tim's wolf form, she exudes an air of fierce confidence and strength, her presence commanding attention and respect.

But it's her eyes that captivate Tim the most, shining with a fierce golden-yellow hue that seems to pierce straight into his soul. They hold a depth of wisdom and intelligence that belies her animal form, drawing him in with their mesmerizing gaze.

As Tim stands there watching her proudly, he can't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for the magnificent creature before him. In that moment, he knows that he is in the presence of something truly extraordinary, a being of beauty and power that defies all expectations. As he meets her gaze, he feels a connection forming between them, a bond that transcends the boundaries of species and speaks to the primal essence of their souls.

As the peaceful stillness of the forest is pierced by the sudden eruption of gunfire, Tim's senses snap into overdrive, his instincts kicking in with a primal urgency. Without a moment's hesitation, he lunges forward to shield Lucy from the imminent danger, his movements hindered slightly by her wolf form. The deafening roar of bullets fills the air, sending vibrations of fear coursing through Tim's veins as he guides them behind the cover of the nearest tree.

His heart races with a mixture of adrenaline and anger as he recognizes the distinct smell of the hunters, specifically the hunters from Lucy’s village. The men were so hell-bent on killing her pack, their presence a menacing threat looming in the shadows of the woods. With each passing moment, Tim's fury grows, fueled by the realization that Lucy's life hangs in the balance because of their reckless pursuit.

As Lucy trembles uncontrollably beside him, her instincts urging her to flee, Tim knows that she has little control over herself in her current state. He reaches out to her, knowing if he were to let go she would flee immediately, but he needs to talk to her first. His voice is steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "You need to run," he urges, his tone firm and urgent. "Get as far away from here as you can. Don't look back, no matter what you hear."

Though Lucy cannot respond in words, Tim can see the fear and desperation in her eyes, a silent plea for him to stay by her side. With a tender gesture, he leans forward to press a gentle kiss into her fur, a silent promise to protect her with every fiber of his being. Then, with a gentle push, he urges her to flee, his heart-wrenching at the thought of leaving her behind.

Startled, Lucy hesitates for a moment, her instincts warring with her desire to stay by Tim's side. But as the sound of gunfire echoes through the forest once more, she is startled, losing control once again, taking off. She dashes off into the darkness, her sleek form disappearing into the shadows.

Left alone amidst the chaos of the woods, Tim wastes no time in preparing to face their assailants head-on. With a fierce growl, he shifts into his wolf form, his muscles rippling with strength and determination as he prepares to confront their enemies. With every fiber of his being, he vows to keep Lucy safe from harm, no matter the cost. And as he bounds into the fray, his senses honed to a razor-sharp edge, he knows that the battle for Lucy's safety has only just begun.

With the primal power of his wolf form surging through his veins, Tim charges at the group of men with a speed and ferocity that leaves them scrambling to react. In the blink of an eye, he overtakes their feeble attempts at resistance, ripping the rifles from their hands and shoving them to the ground with a force that leaves them dazed and disoriented.

His primal instincts take over as he tears the guns apart, the metal twisting and bending beneath his powerful jaws. Most of the men cower in fear, pushing away from him as Tim continues his pursuit, his growls echoing through the night air as a warning to stay out of his territory. Despite their futile attempts to fight back, Tim remains untouchable, his movements fluid and swift as he incapacitates the men one by one, leaving them nursing their wounds as a reminder of the consequences of crossing him.

But amidst the chaos, Tim senses a presence looming in the shadows, a figure that sends a shiver down his spine. He turns to see Caleb Wright, the leader of the hunters, his eyes burning with a vengeful fury that sends a chill down Tim's spine.

With a snarl of defiance, Tim charges at Caleb, his determination to protect Lucy driving him forward. But Caleb is quick to react, anticipating Tim's attack and swinging his gun with precision, catching Tim off guard and sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

With a grunt of pain, Tim quickly picks himself up, his resolve unshaken as he launches himself at Caleb once more. He knows that this man poses a significant threat to Lucy's safety, and he will stop at nothing to take him down. Despite Caleb's cunning tactics, Tim refuses to back down, his determination fueling his every move as he fights tooth and nail to protect the ones he loves. And as the battle rages on, Tim knows that he must emerge victorious, for Lucy's sake and the safety of their pack.

As the tension crackles in the air, Tim and Caleb circle each other, their eyes locked in a primal standoff. With every step, Tim can feel the weight of Caleb's gaze bearing down on him, a silent challenge that ignites the fire within him.

With a sudden surge of speed, Tim launches himself at Caleb, his muscles rippling with raw power as he aims to overpower his adversary. But Caleb is no ordinary foe; he's a skilled hunter, his movements calculated and precise as he sidesteps Tim's attack with ease. With a snarl of frustration, Tim pivots on his heels, his senses on high alert as he braces himself for Caleb's next move. In the blink of an eye, Caleb lunges forward, his fists swinging with deadly accuracy as he aims to strike Tim where it hurts most.

But Tim is no stranger to combat, his reflexes honed by years of survival in the wild. With a swift movement, he dodges Caleb's blow, his instincts guiding him as he retaliates with a powerful swipe of his claws.

The sound of metal meeting flesh fills the air as Tim's claws find their mark, leaving a deep gash across Caleb's chest. With a roar of pain, Caleb staggers backward, his eyes burning with fury as he readies himself for another attack.

But Tim is relentless, his movements fluid and precise as he presses the advantage, his every strike calculated to weaken Caleb's defenses. With each blow, he chips away at Caleb's resolve, his determination unwavering as he fights tooth and claw to protect those he holds dear.

As the battle rages on, the forest echoes with the sounds of their struggle, a primal symphony of growls and snarls that reverberate through the night air. And amidst the chaos, Tim knows that victory is within reach if only he can muster the strength to see it through to the end.

With the intensity of the battle reaching its peak, Tim feels a surge of confidence coursing through his veins as he believes he has the upper hand against Caleb. But in the blink of an eye, Caleb seizes a moment of opportunity, delivering a devastating punch directly to Tim's face with stunning precision.

The force of the blow sends Tim staggering backward, his head colliding with a nearby stone with a sickening thud. Stars dance before his eyes as he struggles to regain his bearings, the world spinning around him in a dizzying blur.

As he tries to shake off the disorientation, Tim's heart sinks as he looks up to see Caleb brandishing a handgun, the barrel pointed directly at him with chilling intent. Fear grips Tim's heart as he braces himself for the inevitable impact, his muscles tensing in anticipation of the searing pain to come.

But to his astonishment, the deafening roar of the gunshot never comes. Instead, a low, plaintive whine fills the air, and Tim's heart stops as he watches in horror as Lucy's limp form collapses before him.

With a surge of adrenaline, Tim springs into action, his instincts guiding him as he rushes to Lucy's side. Once he reaches her, he turns back into his human form. He gathers her gently in his arms, his heart breaking at the sight of her injured form, her fur matted with blood and dirt.

In that moment, Tim knows that he will stop at nothing to protect Lucy, to keep her safe from harm no matter the cost.  With Lucy's fragile form cradled in his arms, Tim feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him as Caleb's mocking taunts pierce the air.

 "Do you truly think you can protect her?" Caleb jeers, his voice dripping with malice. "You're pathetic, Bradford, and you've made her pathetic as well."

Tim's jaw tightens, his grip on Lucy's wounded body tightening as he meets Caleb's gaze with a steely glare. "I won't let you lay a hand on her," he growls, his voice laced with barely contained fury. He eyes the few men whom Tim had injured earlier standing around him. 

Caleb's laughter echoes cruelly through the forest, sending shivers down Tim's spine. "She can't even survive transforming," Caleb continues, his tone dripping with disdain. "Her family sent us to find her, we told them she was probably dead."

Tim's blood runs cold at Caleb's words, his heart hammering in his chest as he clings desperately to Lucy's battered form.  But Caleb isn't finished yet, his malicious grin widening as he delivers his final blow. "Once they learn that she's a monster like you," he sneers, gesturing toward Lucy's prone body, "I doubt anyone will want her." 

Tim's hands tremble with rage as he struggles to contain his fury, his mind racing with thoughts of desperation and determination. He knows that Lucy's life hangs in the balance, and he knows that he must act quickly if he is to save her from Caleb's clutches. As Caleb raises the gun once more, a glint of malice in his eyes, Tim braces himself for the inevitable confrontation. But before he can react, a blur of motion catches him off guard, knocking him to the ground with surprising force.

Confusion clouds Tim's mind as he struggles to make sense of what's happening, but before he can gather his bearings, he finds himself face to face with another wolf, its familiar scent washing over him like a wave of relief. With a sense of dawning realization, Tim recognizes his pack, their presence a welcome sight amidst the chaos of the forest. As he watches as Angela emerges from the shadows, her teeth bared in a fierce snarl as she lunges at Caleb with unbridled ferocity.

Caleb cries out in pain as Angela's jaws clamp down on his arm, her grip unyielding as she tears into his flesh with savage determination. The sound of his screams echoes through the night air, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurks within the darkness.

With a surge of desperation, Caleb manages to break free from Angela's grasp, his eyes wild with fear as he realizes that he's vastly outnumbered. He casts a panicked glance around him, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches his men scrambling to retreat, their footsteps echoing through the forest as they disappear into the night.

Victory hangs heavy in the air, but there's no time to celebrate as Tim gathers Lucy’s limp form in his arms. "She needs medical attention," he calls out urgently, his voice trembling with worry.

Angela nods in understanding, her gaze unwavering as she reassures Tim with a firm nod. "Don't worry, Tim," she says, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. "We've got her."

With a sense of determination, Angela calls out to the other members of the pack, instructing them to run ahead and prepare for Lucy's arrival. Tim watches with a mixture of relief and gratitude as his packmates spring into action, their bond stronger than ever as they rally together to ensure Lucy's safety.

As they disappear into the darkness, Tim holds Lucy's fragile form close, his heart heavy with worry as he whispers words of comfort into her ear. A wave of guilt washes over him like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf him in its suffocating embrace. His heart aches with remorse as he looks down at her, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she lies still and vulnerable in his embrace. He can't shake the nagging feeling that he's failed Lucy, that his actions have led to her suffering and pain.

Memories of their time together in the woods flash before Tim's eyes, each moment tainted with the bitter taste of regret. He recalls the joy in Lucy's eyes as they explored the beauty of the forest together, the laughter that echoed through the trees as they reveled in each other's company.

But now, all Tim can see is the aftermath of his recklessness, the consequences of his choices laid bare before him. He can't help but blame himself for Lucy's injuries, for leading her into danger without fully understanding the risks.

As he holds her close, Tim vows to do whatever it takes to make things right, to ensure that Lucy receives the medical attention she needs to heal. But deep down, he knows that the scars of his guilt will linger long after her physical wounds have healed, a constant reminder of the price they've paid for his mistakes.

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Tim’s body was shaking, his eyes tightened shut as the voices, the cries, and the sound of a gun going off, all flooded his mind. Visions of Lucy’s limp body falling in front of him ran rapidly in his mind. No matter how hard he tried to push the images away nothing soothed the visions.

He hardly remembered returning to the village. What he did remember was Angela holding him back as Grace and Zoe had pulled Lucy away to deal with her injury. Lucy was unconscious the last time Tim saw her. Her fur was matted and covered in blood, her blood. It made him sick, and angry. And incredibly guilty for being the cause of her pain.

He hadn’t gotten any word of Lucy’s condition and it had been about five hours since she was taken from him, he was starting to turn anxious, and he couldn’t properly deal with his anxieties right now. He needed to hit something or someone. So he pulled himself away from his place against the wall of the infirmary-like structure and out the door.

He ignored all the looks of pity that some of his packmates sent him, instead setting his sights on Angela who was watching Wesley as he worked on wrapping her arm. Slightly, Tim winces, not having noticed her injury. But his concern for his best friend was not enough to distract him from the issue at hand.

“Angela,” He growled, and she shot her head up. Slightly touching Wesley’s arm to have him stop working on the bandage. “I want Caleb found.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I don’t care. I want him now.” He said, his voice was low. Angela watched him, narrowing her eyes. She’s never seen Tim like this, so blinded by anger, run by revenge.

“Tim, prompting war against them is a mistake-”

“They’ve already waged war Angela,” He countered, taking a step closer to the woman. Wesley watched carefully, wanting to step in, but he knew better.

“You can’t go after him because he hurt Lucy.”

“I can do whatever the hell I want to do.” His voice was void of anything but anger. “It’s not your place to tell me what to do.”

“It’s my place to make sure you don’t get yourself and the rest of us killed! You can’t go after Caleb because it’s putting us at risk, Tim!” She stopped yelling, lowering her voice. “I know she’s important to you, but revenge isn’t gonna make her better.”

They stared at each other, neither backing down. Angela would do anything for Tim, but he was going down a path she couldn’t follow.

“Either you find Caleb, or I will find someone else who will.” There was tension in the air, anyone watching could feel it.

Tim also sensed there were people in the pack not so happy that Tim had brought Lucy back here. From the attack tonight and the fact that this was her first time transforming, it was all bad luck. If his pack was anything, it was superstitious. He’d make sure to keep a closer eye on everything.

Tim walked back and noticed Grace standing at the door of the building he was just in, he quickened his pace toward her. Grace was a talented doctor, while she didn’t have a hospital, she had tools that Tim had sought out for her so that she could help the pack with any injuries. It may not be the most sanitary option, but it was enough to save a lot of lives, hopefully, Lucy would be one of those.

“How is she?” He asked, his voice was now soft and low compared to what it had been with Angela just moments ago.

“She’s stable,” Grace said, as they walked together into the room, there was a small window where Tim could see Lucy, still in the form of a wolf. Zoe was in the room making sure everything was okay with her as she slept. “I stopped the bleeding, and was able to remove the bullet,”

Grace held up a small dish with a silver bullet inside, covered in blood. Tim’s heart ached at the thought that that had been inside Lucy. It made him panic a little more, knowing that the bullet was pure silver.

“I got it out but I don’t know if the bullet did any damage to her, and we won’t know unless she wakes up.” Grace, chose her words carefully. “If it poisoned her, there could be a chance that she won’t be able to transform again.”

“Will she be able to go back to being human?” Tim asked, and Grace looked a bit apprehensive.

“I am not sure. It all depends on her.” Grace said. “Even if she does, like I said, I am not sure if she’d be able to transform back.” Tim felt like he was going to be sick. “But nothing can be sure until she wakes up.”

“And when will that be?”

“It’s up to her,” She repeated. Tim looked over at Lucy again, Zoe was gently pushing Lucy’s further out of her face. He felt the same anger boiling up in himself again. Caleb was responsible for this.

“I’m sending Tamara in here,” Tim said to her. “I don’t want anyone else besides you Zoe and Tamara in there. If there are any complications send Tamara to find me. Understood?”

“Of course.” She nodded, and Tim took a moment to see Lucy before he left. He walked into the room, taking immediate note of Lucy’s breathing, maybe to calm himself down a bit.

“Zoe, can I have a minute?” Tim asked, and the woman nodded before leaving, giving them some room.

In the dimly lit room, the soft glow of moonlight casting a gentle glow over Lucy's unconscious form, Tim sits by her bedside, his heart heavy with worry and regret. He watches her intently, his fingers tracing delicate patterns through her fur as he leans in close, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"I am going to find Caleb, and he's gonna pay for what he did to you," Tim murmurs, his voice laced with determination. "I should have protected you, but I will make sure nothing happens again. You are going to be okay. I promise your recovery will be my priority when I return. Until then, Tamara will be here. I will be back."

With a heavy heart, Tim stands up, his gaze lingering on Lucy's still form for a moment longer before he forces himself to turn away. He knows he can't afford to dwell on his emotions now, not when there's still so much to be done.

As he steps out into the cool night air, Tim fights against the urge to look back, to return to Lucy's side, and never leave her again. But he knows that he can't allow himself to be consumed by his despair, not when there's still a chance to set things right.

Tim sets off into the darkness with a steely resolve, his mind filled with thoughts of vengeance and justice. He may be leaving Lucy behind for now, but he knows he'll return to her side soon enough, his promise to protect her burning bright in his heart.

“Tamara,” He calls out when he approaches where the girl is leaning against one of the buildings. She was mid-bite in eating something when he called her. She straightened up, lowering her food.

“I swear I didn’t steal this.” She said quickly. She probably did steal but Tim couldn't care less.

“I need you watching Lucy tonight.”

“Okay,” Tamara said slowly. “Why?” Tim narrowed his eyes at the girl. “I mean I would love to.”

“I will be back by morning,” he said and she nodded, Tim turned to walk away. He didn’t get more than a few feet before Tamara spoke again.

“Tim? Should I be prepared for another fight or something?” Tamara questioned, Tim could hear the nerves in her voice. She was a good fighter, Tim knew, but she lacked real skill that would come with time. She was in no room to fight and care for Lucy.

“No one is stepping foot in this village.” He said, leaving no room for fear. “I will be back in the morning and by then, everything will be okay. I will have Nyla set up outside if it will make you feel better.” The girl nodded softly, embarrassed that she couldn’t conceal her fear. “Everything will be okay,” Tim assured.

“Thank you, Tim,” Tamara said, before walking toward the building where Lucy was in. Tim waited until her footsteps were out of hearing range before continuing. He came across Nyla, who was sitting with James, her husband, talking to Wesley who stood in front of them.

“Nyla,” He called out, getting her attention. “I need you outside the infirmary tonight,”

Nyla frowned at him. “What? Why?”

“Tamara is going to be watching over Lucy tonight, Grace and Zoe are the only other ones permitted in. I want to make sure they are protected.”

“Do you think someone is going to attack them?” Nyla asked. Nyla was essentially Tim’s third in command, the Gamma, of the pack. She often questioned Tim’s morals and stood up to him when the time required, but she also knew her place, stayed in the shadows, and despite how she acted sometimes, she was extremely loyal to Tim and the pack.

“I thought you scared away the hunters,” James asked.

“It’s not the hunters that worry me,” Tim admitted. “I fear there is a bit of anger among the pack that I brought her back.”

“She was dying,” James said. “Do we not help people who need it?”

“I think the pack needs a refresher in manners,” Tim said. “I need someone I trust watching.”

“I can handle it.” She said, not batting an eye. Tim nodded and then turned to Wesley, who was seemingly still upset at him for how he had talked to Angela.

“Do you want to say something to me?”

“Angela is trying to protect you.” Wesley began, both Nyla and James sent him a warning look not to push his luck, but he continued. “I get you’re scared, but you have no reason to yell at her. She’s right and you know it.”

“You might not understand, but I am doing what I am doing to save them.” he pointed to the pack all around them. “To help people who can’t help themselves yet.” He nodded toward the door of James and Nyla’s house, where their kids played. “I am doing this to protect you and everyone else.” He lowered his voice. “Caleb has silver bullets. If I don’t put an end to the little game he is playing, we will all be dead in a matter of months. If your wife can’t handle herself, she better tell me now.” Tim growled. “Because I don’t have time to hold her hand and walk her and you through the morals you both have set up.”

“Tim,” Nyla warned.

“I don’t have the luxury to worry about who lives and who dies. I don’t have the luxury to just believe that Caleb won’t come back. He’s already killed two neighboring Alphas, he nearly killed me, and he just made the mistake of shooting Lucy. I am done playing his games, he’s about to play mine.” Tim’s voice left no room for argument, Wesley knew better than to talk anymore. Tim turned back to Nyla. “Don’t let anyone in the room do you understand?”

“Yes,” She nodded.

“If we are not back before sunrise, send Aaron and Jackson,” Jackson was another younger member of the pack. He was a stronger fighter, having trained under Angela’s guidance.

“Understood,” Nyla said, already moving to go guard the infirmary. Tim nodded before walking off into the distance, he transformed quickly and began running. As he ran, he caught Angela’s scent, and he followed suit.

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As Tim's frantic footsteps echoed through the forest, he had been running for the better half of an hour before he found Angela. Her human form is a stark contrast to the wildness of the woods around them. She sits perched beside a large rock formation, her gaze fixed on the village below, a somber expression etched upon her features.

The scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, and Tim's senses sharpen as he takes in the scene before him. A few lifeless bodies lie strewn across the forest floor, their forms twisted and contorted in death. Tim recognizes them instantly as the men who had attacked him and Lucy earlier, but what catches his attention is the cause of their demise. Bullet holes mar their flesh, a stark reminder of the violence that had transpired. They were covered in dirt as if they had been buried, the holes around him were proof of that. They hadn’t died because of the attack but of the actions of one of their own.

Tim's brow furrows in confusion as he approaches Angela, his footsteps cautious as he surveys the scene before him. "What do you have?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity and concern.

Angela's gaze remains fixed on the village below, her expression unreadable as she turns to face Tim. "It appears our hunters became the hunted," she replies cryptically, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and resignation.

Tim's eyes widen in realization as he takes in Angela's words, the gravity of the situation sinking in. It seems that someone had taken matters into their own hands, delivering justice to those who had threatened their pack.

As the weight of the truth settles upon him, Tim can't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the pit of his stomach. The village may be Lucy's old home, but it's clear that danger still lurks within its shadows, and Tim knows that they must tread carefully if they are to uncover the truth behind these mysterious deaths.

“Caleb?” Tim asked solemnly.

“Dead.” She confirmed, looking down at the cliff. Tim moves to take a look, to his shock, at the bottom of the cliff, hidden by the rocks, was Caleb’s dead body. He frowned. Although he had immense hatred for the man, even Tim could admit that it was a cruel and unusual way to kill someone. Bullets to the chest and a fall off the cliff, straight into pointed rocks. If you weren’t looking for his body, you wouldn’t find it. “I had to dig them out to make sure it was them.”

“Who killed them?”

“I’m not sure,” Angela admitted finally turning to look at Tim. “Killed them with their guns.”

“Where are the guns?” he’d hate for someone else to have gotten their hands on these weapons.

“Buried with them.” She said.

“Who the hell could have done this?” Tim frowned. He had been prepared for a fight, and it seemed like someone else did it for him. Saved his soul a little bit. He was glad Caleb was taken care of, but even he couldn’t rid the feeling of uneasiness in his chest.

“It had to have been another wolf right?” She asked. “One of our own?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I want to keep this between us, catch Nyla up, but no one else can know. Not yet. If this was the act of another wolf, then they are among us.”

“And if they are?” She asked.

“They will be dealt with,” He said simply. A silence grew between them as they buried the men back in their holes, doing their best to make the scene look as it did when Angela arrived. When they were done, Angela looked down at her dirtied hands.

“I never wanted to be on your bad side Tim,” She said. “But you have to realize that the path you were going down was dangerous. You got lucky this time, but if you try and kill everyone who goes after Lucy, then they will take away your title.” Tim opened his mouth. “And don’t say you don’t care, because I know you do. You can’t protect her if you are dead or are no longer alpha.”

“Do you want me to say sorry?” He asked. Logically he knew Angela was right, and he held no real resemblance to her, but he also didn’t know how to control his anger. He never wanted to be like his father, and he feared that outburst at Angela, someone who had been his friend since forever, was just an inch of what his father was.

“I want you to realize why you are doing this,” Angela said. “I don’t want you to get yourself killed.”

“I know what I am doing,”

“Do you?” She challenged.

“Yes.” He didn’t.

“Tim.”

“I will figure it out.” He said instead. “Look, I can’t lose her. She’s too important.”

“I know. But you can’t lose your pack in the process of keeping her.” She was right. She always was. “I want to help you, but I can’t do that if you’re gonna lose your mind when someone looks at her.”

“I will try harder, to keep my anger down.”

“I don’t want you going back behind your walls.” She said. “She’s good for you Tim, but you have to learn to use her as a strength, not a weakness. Or else you’ll get you both killed.”

“I don’t even know if you can love me,” He wasn’t going to hide it. He was in love with her, or falling in love, he didn’t know. All he knew was that if Lucy had died, he would have lost his soul mate.

“She came back for you,” Angela said. “You told her to run, and she came back. She took a bullet for you. I don’t know if she loves you, but she can see there is a bond there.”

“I hope you’re right,” Tim said, staring at his best friend. Angela smiled at him as they came to common ground.

“I always am,”

|~|

In the quiet stillness of Lucy's room, Tamara sits in the corner, her fingers idly tossing a crumpled paper ball up and down in a repetitive motion. The rhythmic sound of the ball hitting her palm fills the room, a steady counterpoint to Lucy's slow, steady breathing.

As she watches over Lucy, Tamara can't help but feel a sense of boredom creeping in, her thoughts wandering as she contemplates the monotony of her task. But despite her restlessness, she knows that she must remain vigilant, obeying Tim's strict orders to never let Lucy out of her sight.

Though she may grumble and complain about her assigned duty, Tamara can't help but feel a swell of gratitude towards Tim for entrusting her with such an important task. She knows that without his intervention, her fate may have been far bleaker, and she owes him a debt of gratitude that she can never fully repay. She also knows that Lucy is special to Tim, so it is an honor of sorts to have this task.

As she continues to play with the paper ball, Tamara finds herself reflecting on the bond she has formed with Lucy, a connection that runs deeper than mere duty. She feels a pang of sadness at the sight of Lucy lying so still and vulnerable, her heart aching with the desire to see her friend healed and whole once more.

In the tranquil stillness of Lucy's room, Tamara's attention is suddenly drawn away from her idle task as a flicker of movement catches her eye. A sense of unease prickles at the back of her mind, prompting her to stand up and peer around the room, searching for the source of her disquiet.

Lucy remains as serene as ever, her breathing steady and undisturbed, leaving Tamara puzzled as to what could have caused her sudden alertness. With a furrowed brow, she cautiously steps towards the door, her curiosity piqued as she pushes it open and peers out into the hallway beyond.

Tamara finds Zoe seated nearby, her expression focused as she scribbles away in a notebook, while Grace sits nearby, quietly enjoying a meal. Zoe's gaze flicks up as she senses Tamara's presence, her eyebrow arching inquisitively as she addresses the young girl.

"Tamara? What's wrong?" Zoe inquires, her tone laced with concern as she observes the slight tension in Tamara's posture. Tamara hesitates for a moment before shaking her head, her uncertainty evident in her voice.

"I don't know," she admits quietly, her gaze flickering back to Lucy's room. "It's just...something doesn't feel right."

Zoe and Grace share a meaningful look, their expressions reflecting a shared understanding of Tamara's apprehension. After a moment of silent contemplation, Zoe offers a reassuring smile, her tone gentle as she attempts to soothe Tamara's concerns.

"It's probably nothing, Tamara," Zoe reassures her, her voice calm and steady. "But thank you for being vigilant. We'll keep an eye out just in case."

With a nod of gratitude, Tamara returns to Lucy's room, her senses still on high alert as she settles back into her watchful vigil. Though her unease remains, she takes comfort in the knowledge that she is not alone in her vigilance, surrounded by allies who are equally committed to ensuring Lucy's safety.

As Tamara settles back into her watchful position, a sudden and deafening crash shatters the tranquility of the room, jolting her to her feet in alarm. Racing to the door, her heart pounding with fear, Tamara's eyes widen in shock at the scene before her.

Grace and Zoe lie sprawled on the floor, unconscious amidst a sea of shattered glass, their still forms a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them. Standing amidst the wreckage, a figure emerges, his presence ominous and threatening. Tamara recognizes him immediately as Primm, a chill running down her spine at the sight of him. Primm was one of the pack members who always had a problem with Tim and always had something to say. The only reason Tim never banished him from the pack was because up until now he had been harmless.

Before Primm can advance any further, however, a blur of motion catches Tamara's eye as Nyla bursts into the room, her swift and decisive actions sending Primm reeling backward with a forceful blow. Turning to Tamara with urgency blazing in her eyes, Nyla issues a command that cuts through the chaos like a knife.

"Lock the door!" she orders, her voice tinged with urgency as she braces herself for the impending confrontation. Tamara nods frantically in response, her hands trembling as she slams the door shut and moves to stand protectively in front of Lucy's still form.

With her senses heightened and her nerves on edge, Tamara listens anxiously as the sounds of struggle echo from beyond the door, each crash and thud serving as a grim reminder of the danger that lurks just outside. Unsure of who holds the upper hand in the confrontation unfolding before her, Tamara can only pray for the safety of her companions and steel herself for whatever may come next.

As the door crashes open with a deafening splintering of wood, Tamara's heart lurches into her throat, her worst fears realized as Nyla's wolf form is hurled against the door with bone-jarring force. The sight of Nyla lying motionless on the ground sends a wave of panic coursing through Tamara's veins, her breath catching in her throat as she watches, helpless, from her defensive stance in front of Lucy.

Suddenly, a new presence fills the room, a wolf stalking in with predatory intent, his eyes blazing with violence and rage as he fixes Tamara with a menacing stare. In the face of such an overwhelming threat, Tamara knows that she must act quickly if she hopes to stand any chance of survival. With a deep breath, she braces herself for the confrontation to come, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepares to meet her adversary head-on.

In a bold display of defiance, Tamara begins her transformation, her body shifting and contorting as she embraces her wolf form. As her senses sharpen and her instincts sharpen, she locks eyes with Primm, the challenge clear in her gaze as she meets his feral stare with unwavering determination.

Without warning, Primm launches himself at Tamara with a ferocity that takes her by surprise, forcing her to react quickly to avoid his savage attacks. Despite her best efforts to evade him, Primm proves to be a formidable opponent, his size and skill giving him the upper hand in their brutal exchange.

With each blow and swipe, Tamara feels the sting of pain coursing through her body, her movements growing more labored with each passing moment. Desperate to protect Lucy and Nyla from harm, she fights with all her strength, her determination unwavering even as her body begins to falter.

But just as it seems that all hope is lost, a sudden surge of energy courses through Nyla's prone form, her eyes snapping open as she launches herself back into the fray with renewed vigor. With a fierce growl, she tackles Primm to the ground, her relentless assault driving him back with a force that leaves him reeling.

In a final, decisive blow, Nyla sends Primm hurtling into a nearby wall, the impact causing a shelf to come crashing down upon him with a resounding crash. As Primm lies defeated and unconscious amidst the rubble, Tamara breathes a sigh of relief.

As the adrenaline of battle begins to subside, both women slowly revert to their human forms, their chests heaving with exertion as they struggle to catch their breath. Nyla's gaze softens as she turns to Tamara, concern etched into her features as she notices the tears glistening in the young girl's eyes.

"Are you okay?" Nyla's voice is gentle, filled with genuine worry as she reaches out a comforting hand towards Tamara. Tamara nods, but the tears continue to fall, her fear and exhaustion palpable in the air between them.

"T-Tamara?" Nyla's voice is laced with empathy as she speaks again, her heart going out to the teenager who has faced such harrowing danger at such a young age. Tamara looks up at her, her vulnerability laid bare as she expresses her fears of disappointing Tim.

"Tim's going to be so disappointed in me," Tamara's voice trembles with emotion, her insecurity shining through as she struggles to come to terms with the aftermath of the fight. She's terrified of being seen as a failure, of losing the trust and respect of the one person she admires most.

But Nyla shakes her head, her expression firm as she meets Tamara's gaze with unwavering conviction. "No," she insists, her voice filled with reassurance. "You protected Lucy when Primm got me, and look," Nyla gestures towards Lucy's sleeping form, untouched by the chaos that had unfolded around her. "She's alive and unharmed. You did good, kid."

A flicker of relief crosses Tamara's face at Nyla's words, her fears momentarily assuaged by the older woman's encouragement. Nyla checks in on Zoe and Grace, leaving Tamara alone with her thoughts and the weight of the recent battle.

As she looks down at Lucy, still peacefully asleep despite the chaos that had erupted around her, Tamara's exhaustion washes over her in waves. With a heavy sigh, she leans against the wall for support, her eyes fluttering closed as she allows herself a moment of respite. She has fulfilled her duty to protect Lucy at all costs. As she drifts into a state of weary contentment, she knows that she has proven herself worthy of Tim.

|~|

As Tim and Angela return to the scene, their senses are immediately assaulted by the cacophony of voices and the lingering tension in the air. They exchange a meaningful glance, a silent communication passing between them as they instinctively gravitate toward the source of the commotion.

Tim's heart quickens with a surge of anxiety as he takes in the sight before him. Nyla stands amidst the chaos, her authoritative presence commanding attention as she issues instructions to Thorson, who obediently follows her lead in dragging Primm away from the scene.

Tim's gaze darts between Primm's prone form and the remnants of the infirmary, his mind racing with questions and concerns. The destruction wrought upon the once orderly space sends a shiver down his spine. Angela's hand finds his arm, a silent gesture of solidarity as they navigate the aftermath of the chaos together. With a sense of grim determination, Tim steps forward, his eyes taking in the chaos around them.

Grace immediately came up to him, a gash on her forehead, but she didn’t seem to mind it as much as conveying a message to Tim.
“Lucy’s fine,” She reassured. “She’s still stable, and wasn’t even touched during the incident,”

“What happened?” He growled, not at Grace, but at the situation.

“Primm thought he’d take it upon himself to take Lucy out,” Nyla said. “We didn’t really have time to chat.”

“Is he locked up?”

“Of course,” Nyla said, and then she turned her head, nodding at Tamara who was huddled in the corner. “She did good. Kept him away from Lucy.” Tim looked at the young girl, she had her eyes shut, and she was partially shaking. As much as he wanted to go check on Lucy, he needed to speak with Tamara, and calm her nerves.

“Zoe is with Lucy?” He asked.

“Yes,” Nyla confirmed. “I’ll make sure everyone goes back to their work. No need for more attention.”

“I’ll come with you,” Angela said. “I should inform Wesley I have returned.” Both women were about to leave when Tim called out to Angela, she turned around looking at him questionably.

“Thank you,” He said. There was sort of an unspoken agreement among them. Angela nodded her head and then followed Nyla out.

Tim's gaze softens as he observes Tamara, her form hunched and fragile against the backdrop of chaos. Memories of her arrival to the pack flood his mind, a reminder of the vulnerability she had carried with her since then. He approaches her with a gentle demeanor, taking a seat beside her in a silent display of support.

Tamara meets his gaze briefly before averting her eyes, her expression guarded and distant. The weight of the recent events hangs heavily in the air, casting a somber mood over their exchange.

After a few moments of quiet contemplation, Tim breaks the silence with words of reassurance. "I'm proud of you, Tamara," he says earnestly, his voice a comforting presence amid uncertainty.

Tamara shakes her head in self-doubt, voicing her perceived shortcomings. "I couldn't take him," she admits, her tone tinged with frustration and insecurity.

Tim listens attentively, his expression unwavering as he offers words of encouragement. "You did what you had to do," he assures her, his tone gentle yet firm. "You kept Lucy safe. I don't care that you couldn't take him. You kept him away and kept yourself alive. You are thirteen years old, I don’t expect you to be a warrior."

Silence lingers between them once more as Tamara absorbs his words, grappling with her doubts and fears. Eventually, she speaks again, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "If I am not a warrior, then what am I doing here?"

Tim meets her gaze with a thoughtful expression, considering her question before responding with quiet conviction. "Living," he says simply. “You’re not a soldier, you’re a kid. I should have put you in the position where you were forced to become one.”

“Why did you?”

Tim pinders over her question. Thinking about the different possibilities of answers. He could easily lie, or he could give the girl the one thing she was desperately looking for. Trust.

“Lucy is my soulmate.” Tamara’s eyes shot up at him. "I trust you with her, and I know she trusts you."

“Does she know?”

“I’ve mentioned it.” He says. “But I don’t think she knows truly what it means.”
“She’s going to be our Luna,” Tamara said, her eyes glowing with curiosity. Tim looks over at the room he knows Lucy is in, and then back down at Tamara, he sighs. “Or not?” She questioned.

“The heart is a complicated thing.” He says. “My priority is making sure that she’s okay.” He smiles, just a little. “And thanks to you, that’s possible.”

“Thanks to Nyla,”

“Both of you.” Tim insists. He hoped Tamara would begin to see that being in his pack meant something and that he was going to care for her as best as he knew how. Before he could say anything else, Zoe was rushing up to him.

“Tim, she’s awake!”

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Tim ran to her, faster than he ever would care to admit. Zoe’s words were swirling through his brain. She was awake! She was! For the first time since her accident, Tim felt his heart finally stop beating so rapidly.

Tim's heart races as he rushes towards Lucy's room, his mind clouded with worry and urgency. Bursting through the door, he freezes at the sight before him. There stands Lucy, her form still that of a wolf, her fur bristling as she emits low, threatening growls directed at Grace. Despite the fierce display, Tim senses her fear, evident in the trembling of her body. Taking a step closer, he speaks in a soothing tone, his voice gentle yet firm. "Lucy," he calls out, extending a hand towards her. "It's okay." He holds her gaze, willing her to recognize him amidst the chaos, hoping to calm her with his presence.

Her eyes darted from him and Grace, she was fearful of Grace. Lucy had woken up to Grace checking her wound, and the cold air coming into contact with her wound had awoken Lucy, and she was startled to see the stranger above her.

“This is Grace,” Tim introduced her, understanding that Lucy was probably just confused having woken up alone in a room with Grace after having been shot. “She’s a doctor,” He explained, then turned to Grace. “She’s confused, she won’t hurt you,”

“I know,” Grace assured. “She’s startled,”

Tim proceeds cautiously, his steps measured as he approaches Lucy. With each movement, he closes the distance between them until he's seated on the ground, directly in front of her. Positioned as a protective barrier, Tim places himself between Lucy and Grace, ensuring Grace’s safety while maintaining a calming presence. Even though he’s sure Lucy would never hurt anyone. Grace, sensing the need for space, takes a few hesitant steps back, allowing Tim to focus solely on Lucy.

Locking eyes with Lucy, Tim's voice is gentle yet firm as he seeks to reassure her. "Look at me," he encourages, blocking her view of Grace. "No one is here to hurt you." Despite her wolf form, Lucy appears skeptical, her expression betraying a mixture of doubt and apprehension. Tim nods, acknowledging her uncertainty. "I know you were hurt. I know that I failed you once, but Lucy, if you can just trust me, I won't let anyone touch you again, do you understand me?" He waits anxiously for her response, his gaze unwavering as he takes in the deep glow emanating from her eyes.

After a moment of tense silence, Lucy begins to move towards him, her steps cautious yet deliberate. Tim holds his breath, feeling a surge of relief as Lucy lowers herself to the ground, resting her head in his lap. A warm smile graces Tim's lips as he feels her relax against him, his hand gently stroking her fur in a soothing gesture. "I am going to help you transform back, okay?" he murmurs, sensing Lucy's hesitation. "I know it hurts, but Lucy, we need to check you out completely, and we can't do that if you're in this form." A soft whine escapes Lucy, prompting Tim to continue caressing her face tenderly. "Please, Lucy, I need you to trust me," he implores, his voice filled with sincerity and concern. She relaxes in his lap again, and Tim knows she’s ready.

Tim's voice is steady and reassuring as he guides Lucy through the transition, his words a comforting anchor amidst the uncertainty. "Focus on me," he instructs softly, holding her close against his body. "Take a deep breath, and focus on me and my voice." His touch is gentle yet firm, his hand running through her fur as he encourages her to let go and relax.

As Lucy begins to tense up, Tim presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips conveying both reassurance and encouragement. "Keep going," he urges, his voice unwavering as he guides her through the process. With each repetition of his words, Lucy's form begins to shift, the transition from wolf to human underway.

Tim's heart swells with pride as he feels Lucy's muscles relax and her body starts to change. Soon, instead of fur, he's running his fingers through her soft brown locks, a smile gracing his lips as he gazes down at her. "Hello, beautiful," he whispers affectionately, his eyes meeting hers with warmth and adoration. In that moment, as Lucy's human form emerges, Tim is overcome with a profound sense of love and connection.

Lucy remains silent, her actions speaking volumes as she buries herself closer to Tim's body. He welcomes her willingly, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. Her body is dirty, her clothes worn and torn, but Tim can see that the bandages on her wounds have transferred successfully. Gently, he tugs off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders, feeling a sense of comfort in knowing that she finds solace in his scent.

As Tim holds her, Grace makes her presence known, reminding him of the task at hand. "Tim, I need to check her wounds," she says, and Tim nods in understanding. Reluctantly, he begins to pull away from Lucy, but she clings to his body, unwilling to let him go. "Hey," Tim soothes, his voice gentle as he reassures her. "I'm not going anywhere. We just need to let Grace help you." Despite his words, Lucy holds on tightly, her silent plea for him to stay evident in her actions.

Tim locks eyes with Lucy, silently pleading for her trust. Reluctantly, she loosens her hold, allowing him to guide them both to their feet and move her to the bed. Grace follows closely, ensuring she doesn't startle Lucy. "Hello, Lucy. My name is Grace," she says softly, addressing the young woman. "Tim is going to watch everything I do, okay? I'm not trying to hurt you." Lucy nods slowly, indicating her understanding, her hand still intertwined with Tim's, who shows no intention of letting go anytime soon.

Tim stands by Lucy's bedside, whispering words of encouragement as Grace begins her treatment process. Grace explains each step before touching Lucy, ensuring she feels comfortable and safe throughout. When she's finished, Grace reassures Tim that everything looks good. "I know we were worried about her transformation," Grace begins. "But given her quick return to her human form, I think it's safe to say that the bullet didn't affect her in that way. That's good."

Relieved, Tim nods in agreement. "That's great to hear. Will she have any lasting side effects?" he asks, concern evident in his voice. Grace shakes her head reassuringly. "Not physically. The wound is healing perfectly," she confirms. Tim feels a weight lift off his shoulders at her words.

"I'll give you two a moment," Grace says with a warm smile. "Call me if anything changes." With that, she leaves them alone. Before Grace exits, Tim asks her to find clean clothes for Lucy. Grace nods in acknowledgment before departing, leaving Tim and Lucy alone to share a moment of quiet relief and gratitude.

“How are you feeling?” Tim asked gently, raising his hand to push a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Tired,” She answered.

“I understand,” He nodded. “You’ve had a lot happen to you,” he looked down. “I am sorry,”

“What are you sorry for?” She frowned.

“I got you hurt,” he sighed.

“No,” she shook her head. “You didn’t shoot me, Tim. I was the one who came back.”

“Why?” He was looking at her in a way that made Lucy frown, it looked like he was trying so hard to come up with a reason as to why she returned.

“For you. I came back for you,”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Too late,” She shrugged and reached to tug him down. “What’s done is done. Lay down with me, please,”

“I have to go do something,” Tim said, not wanting to hurt her in any way. Lucy looked up at him, giving him a look that meant she wasn’t leaving room for him to say no. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t deny her anything right now.

Tim moves with deliberate care as he lies down beside Lucy, his movements slow and gentle, conveying a sense of vulnerability. He wraps his arms around her, drawing her close to him, ensuring to avoid putting any pressure on her wound. As they settle into their embrace, Tim's arms encircle Lucy's waist protectively, offering her a sense of security in his embrace.

His face nestles into her hair, breathing in her scent, a mixture of earthy warmth and the faint lingering traces of fear. Lucy finds herself relaxing in his arms, feeling a sense of peace wash over her that she hasn't felt in a long time. The tension and uncertainty of recent events seem to melt away in the safety of Tim's embrace, and she allows herself to surrender to the comfort he provides fully.

Later, Lucy and Tim found themselves walking around the village per Grace’s advice. Lucy needed to find her footing again and stretch her legs. She was recovering remarkably fast, much quicker than Grace was able to understand, but Tim didn’t want to focus on that, he was just happy to see Lucy was recovering.

Lucy and Tim walk arm in arm, their steps synchronized as they move together in perfect harmony. Her head rests comfortably on Tim's shoulder, finding solace in the warmth of his body and the comforting familiarity of his scent. Lucy feels a sense of tranquility wash over her as she revels in Tim's presence, feeling completely hypnotized by him.

Tim, too, is enamored by Lucy's closeness, cherishing the feeling of her small hand wrapped around his bicep. He finds himself drawn to the peaceful expression on Lucy's face, finding reassurance in the knowledge that he can provide her with a sense of comfort and security.

"How are you feeling?" Tim's voice breaks the silence, his concern evident in his gentle tone. Lucy lifts her gaze slightly to meet his, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and hunger. "Tired," she admits with a weary smile, "But also I am so hungry."

Tim nods in understanding, his smile widening at Lucy's admission. "Come on, I’ll get you something to eat,”

“My hero,” She laughs, and Tim sends her a cheeky grin.

Tim and Lucy make their way to Tim's house, the anticipation of a home-cooked meal lingering in the air. Once inside, Tim pulls out a chair for Lucy to sit down, and she raises an eyebrow in surprise. "I thought we were getting food," she remarks, to which Tim nods with a smile.

"I am going to cook for you," he declares confidently.

Lucy's expression shifts to one of skepticism. "You know how to cook?" she questions, and Tim chuckles, nodding his head in affirmation. "Yeah, and lucky for you, the pack brought back some good food from their hunt, so you are in for a treat," he assures her, his smile infectious. Lucy can't help but feel a sense of appreciation for Tim's gesture, finding herself feeling special under his care.

As Tim effortlessly moves around his small kitchen, Lucy watches him with a mix of curiosity and admiration. It's a strange feeling for her, having someone cook for her, especially a man. Memories of her mother teaching her to cook flood her mind, making Tim's actions seem all the more significant. No man in her village would have been caught dead in the kitchen. She wonders why Tim is investing so much time and effort into her. She briefly recalls Tim telling her they were soulmates, but she doesn’t know what that entails. Tim hadn’t spoken about it much. She wants to think more about Tim’s actions but her thoughts are interrupted as Tim serves up their meal.

Tim's culinary creation fills the room with a tantalizing aroma, making Lucy's stomach growl in anticipation. As she takes the first sip of the broth, she's met with a burst of savory flavors that dance on her taste buds. The broth is rich and comforting, with hints of herbs and spices that complement the tender chunks of meat floating within. With each spoonful, Lucy discovers new layers of flavor, and she realizes with delight that the meat is goose, adding a unique and unexpected twist to the dish.

Surprised by the dish's complexity and depth of flavor, Lucy can't help but be impressed by Tim's culinary skills. Despite its simplicity, the broth is a masterpiece in itself, a testament to Tim's attention to detail and his ability to turn basic ingredients into something truly extraordinary. As she savors each mouthful, Lucy finds herself marveling at how Tim manages to excel in every aspect of his life, whether it's cooking a delicious meal or protecting his pack. It's clear to her now that Tim's talents extend far beyond just being a skilled fighter or a capable leader – he's a true Renaissance man, capable of mastering any task he sets his mind to.

Later, as they sit down to eat, Tim notices the uncertainty in Lucy's expression and inquires about it. Lucy hesitates before voicing her thoughts, expressing her concern that Tim prioritizes her over more pressing matters.

“There is nothing more important than you,” Tim's response warms her heart, but she still can't shake off her guilt. "You and I both know that's not true," she insists, “I am sure you’d much rather be there questioning that man, the one who tried to attack me in the infirmary. He is a threat, shouldn’t you be dealing with that?”

“I am protecting you,” He insinuated.

“But Tim, you said it yourself, I am safe. Shouldn’t you be protecting the pack now?”

Tim nods in understanding, acknowledging his desire to protect Lucy and seek justice for the threat against her. "Protecting you means I have to make sure you recover, my job is not complete yet. Primm will be locked away until I am ready to deal with him. You are more important to me than questioning that monster," he explains earnestly, his eyes reflecting his unwavering determination to keep her safe. Lucy's heart swells at his words. Tim Bradford truly was a man of another world.

|~|

Throughout the evening, they shared stories and laughter, creating a bond that felt deeper and more meaningful with each passing moment. Tim found himself opening up to Lucy in ways he hadn't with anyone else, and he was grateful for her presence, for the way she listened with rapt attention and offered comfort without judgment.

As Lucy drifted off to sleep on the couch, Tim couldn't resist the urge to hold her close, to feel her warmth against his chest. Carefully lifting her into his arms, he marveled at how effortlessly she fit against him as if they were two pieces of a puzzle destined to be together. He carried her to his bed, laying her down with utmost gentleness, tucking the covers around her protectively.

As Tim watched Lucy sleep, a sense of peace washed over him, contrasting with the chaos of the world outside. He cherished these quiet moments, where he could simply admire her delicate features, her serene expression, and the way her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath. It was moments like these that reminded him why he fought so hard to protect her, why he was willing to sacrifice everything to keep her safe.

With a soft kiss on her forehead, Tim lingered for a moment, his heart overflowing with affection for the sleeping beauty before him. He knew he should leave, to attend to his duties as alpha, but a part of him longed to stay by her side, to watch over her as she slept. Reluctantly, he tore himself away, knowing that their time together would have to wait until morning. As he stepped out into the cool evening air, he had one of his pack members, Jan stand guard at his house and then began walking off.

As Tim entered the cabin, the atmosphere felt heavy with tension. Angela's presence by the window, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, added to the palpable sense of unease. He glanced at the two-way mirror, through which he could see Nyla and Primm sitting in silence, neither making a move nor uttering a word.

"How long have you been at it?" Tim inquired, his voice low, betraying his frustration at the lack of progress.

"Couple hours now," Angela replied with a nonchalant shrug, her focus still on the interrogation. "Asshole won't speak."

Tim couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation at Primm's stubbornness. He approached the mirror, studying the scene before him with a furrowed brow. Nyla's posture was rigid, her eyes fixed on Primm with an intensity that spoke volumes about her determination to extract information from him.

Angela had moved her gaze away from Nyla to Tim, watching his features carefully, as if studying her. A small, teasing smile laced her face. “So how’s Lucy?”

Angela's question pulled him back from his thoughts, and he turned to face her with a faint smile. "Yeah, Lucy's doing okay," he replied, grateful for the brief distraction from the tense atmosphere in the room. "She's resting now."

Angela nodded in acknowledgment, her expression softening slightly at the mention of Lucy's name. Despite their differences, they all shared a common goal: to protect their own and to ensure the safety and well-being of their pack. To be fair though, Lucy was not just another member of the pack

With a sigh, Tim turned his attention back to the interrogation, watching Primm send Nyla an unamused look. Tim knocked on the glass, and Nyla, after a moment, stood up and walked out of the room. Primm rolled his eyes and continued staring at the wall.

“Having fun?” Angela asked when Nyla walked out.

“He’s staying tight-lipped. But he worked alone.”

“How can you be sure?” Tim asked.

“Cause I am,” Nyla offered no further explanation, and Tim wasn’t sure he wanted to know how she got to that conclusion, but he trusted her. So he nodded his head and then went to remove his coat. “What are you doing?”

“I want to talk with him,” He shrugged.

“Talk?” Angela questioned. “I don’t need to be ready to hide his body do I?” Tim didn’t answer, instead walking past both women, who sent each other a nervous glance.

Tim entered the room with a deliberate stride, his gaze fixed squarely on Primm. The older man visibly tensed at his presence, a nervous twitch betraying his attempt to appear composed. Tim observed him carefully, his expression unreadable as he leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

Primm's attempt to hide his unease was futile, and Tim watched as the facade crumbled under his unwavering scrutiny. After a few moments of tense silence, Primm's resolve broke, his words dripping with defiance. "Just say what you want Bradford, no need to waste my time," he spat, his voice laced with bitterness.

Tim's response was a deep, mocking chuckle, the sound reverberating through the room. "Do you think after the stunt you pulled, you'd be going anywhere but a cell for the rest of your life?" he retorted, his tone dripping with contempt. Primm's expression morphed into one of shock, his eyes widening in disbelief. "What? Did you think I was just going to spare you and let you run off into the woods?" Tim's voice was laced with scorn as he confronted Primm with the reality of his actions.

Primm's frown deepened, his features contorted with a mixture of anger and indignation. "How dare you! I have been a loyal member of this pack since before you were born! You have no right!" he seethed, his voice trembling with fury.

Tim remained unruffled by Primm's outburst, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Your loyalty ended the moment you threatened one of my own," he stated firmly, his words resonating with authority. "You will answer for your actions, Primm. There will be consequences." With that, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving Primm to stew in his defiance and face the repercussions of his betrayal.

“She’s a threat!” He sneered. “I was trying to protect the pack from the trouble she has brought! Lucy Chen is nothing but a threat” In a moment less than a blink, Tim was suddenly in front of Primm, grabbing him by the neck and shoving him out of his chair into the wall.

“You have no right to speak her name,” Tim growled, his eyes fueled with anger as the other man’s heartbeat increased so much that Tim swore he could hear it beating.

Tim's grip tightened on Primm's collar as he pressed him against the wall, his eyes ablaze with fury. Primm's fear was palpable, but even in the face of danger, he managed to maintain a defiant smirk, a twisted amusement dancing in his eyes. His mocking laughter echoed in the room, further stoking Tim's rage.

The smirk on Primm's face widened as he spoke, his words dripping with venom. "All of this trouble for her? She's your soulmate. She has to be," he taunted, his voice laced with malice. Tim's frown deepened at the accusation, his patience wearing thin at the mention of Lucy's name. The revelation of Lucy being his soulmate before they were marked was dangerous knowledge, one that could put her in jeopardy with his enemies.

Before Primm could finish his vile words, Tim's anger boiled over, and he hurled him against the opposite wall with a forceful shove. Primm crashed to the ground with a resounding thud, his groans mingling with the sound of his impact. Blood trickled from a cut above his eye as he looked up at Tim with defiance, his voice dripping with contempt.

"This pack was doomed when you became alpha," Primm spat, his words laden with disdain. "I can't wait to watch it fall." Tim's fists clenched at the insult, his jaw tight with tension. Before he could unleash his fury upon Primm once more, Angela intervened, her hand firmly gripping his arm as she urged him to refrain from further violence.

"Don't do this," Angela whispered, her voice a calming presence amidst the chaos. "He's not worth it." Primm's reaction to Angela's words was swift, his growl directed at her filled with malice. Tim's gaze hardened as he exchanged a tense glance with Angela, their silent communication speaking volumes.

But before Tim could respond, Primm's mocking words cut through the air once more, igniting Angela's fury. “If you wanted something pretty, you could have just fucked her-” Without hesitation, she delivered a powerful punch to Primm's face, knocking him unconscious with a single blow. Tim and Angela stood in a tense silence, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of understanding.

"Not worth it, huh?" Tim quirked an eyebrow at Angela, his expression softened by a hint of amusement. Angela shrugged nonchalantly.

"He was getting on my nerves," she replied, her tone defiant yet resolute. Their momentary distraction was interrupted by Nyla's entrance, her exasperated sigh signaling the end of their confrontation for now.

|~|

As Jan excused himself, Tim approached Lucy on the porch, a warm smile gracing his features. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her as he took in her relaxed demeanor and the way she basked in the morning sunlight. "Hey," he greeted her softly, his voice carrying a hint of warmth.

Lucy returned his smile, her eyes sparkling with genuine happiness. "Hey yourself," she replied cheerfully, a sense of ease evident in her tone. Tim's heart swelled at the sight of her, grateful to see her in such high spirits after the recent challenges they had faced together.

"You seem to be enjoying the morning," Tim observed, his gaze lingering on her serene expression. Lucy nodded, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"Yeah, it's just... peaceful," she mused, her eyes drifting to the tranquil surroundings of their home.

Tim nodded in agreement, a sense of tranquility settling over him as he joined Lucy on the porch step. "It is," he agreed softly, his gaze following hers to the serene landscape spread out before them. For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's presence and the quiet beauty of the morning.

As the gentle breeze swept through the air, Tim reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Lucy's face, his touch tender and affectionate. He kept his hand beside her face. "I'm glad you're feeling better," he murmured sincerely, his eyes meeting hers with warmth and reassurance. Lucy smiled, her expression reflecting the gratitude and affection she felt towards him.

"Thanks, Tim," she replied softly, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Tim and Lucy's hearts seemed to beat in synchrony as they leaned closer, their eyes locked in a mesmerizing gaze. Tim's hand moved down gently cupping Lucy's cheek, pulling her ever so slightly closer. Their breaths mingled, creating a delicate dance in the air between them.

In this intimate moment, every detail of Lucy's face was etched into Tim's memory, from the curve of her lips to the flutter of her eyelashes. As their eyes drifted closed, they surrendered to the inevitable, their lips meeting in a tender, soul-stirring kiss.

Tim's kiss was filled with a depth of passion that Lucy had never experienced before. It was as if their souls were entwined in a graceful waltz, dancing together in perfect harmony. In that fleeting moment, everything felt right, as if the universe had aligned to bring them together.

As they kissed, Lucy's mind wandered to a future filled with laughter, adventure, and love shared with Tim. It felt so vivid, so real as if she could reach out and touch it. When Tim finally pulled away, allowing them to catch their breath, Lucy couldn't contain the radiant smile that spread across her face.

Tim's expression mirrored her own, his eyes filled with warmth and adoration as they remained close, their foreheads touching tenderly. After a moment of shared silence, Lucy found her voice, a single word escaping her lips in awe and wonder. "Wow."

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Lucy was still recovering, slowly but surely. Tim had her inside most days, just trying to make sure she was regaining her strength. Since their kiss, he had become much more protective of her. Not that he wasn’t before, it’s just now it was more intense. More calculated. But since the kiss, there hadn’t been another. Lucy wondered why.

Despite the kissing coming to a halt, his care for her never wavered. He made sure that if he wasn’t with her, someone else was. Today, it was an older couple, Wade and Luna Grey.

“I promised Tamara I’d work on her hand-and-hand training,” Tim explained. “I think you will come to like the Greys.”

“Where is Zoe?” Lucy pondered. She hadn’t seen much of the older lady since before she was shot. She knew from the chatty teenager that Zoe had watched over her when she was shot. But beyond that, she hadn’t heard much from her.

“She’s out with a few members of the pack,” Tim said cautiously. Lucy frowned, she remembered Zoe telling her she didn’t transform anymore. “I can tell her you’d like to see her.” Tim offered.

“Please,” She smiled up at him. Tim nodded carefully then moved to the kitchen.

“Luna insisted on bringing you lunch. You’ll love it, she’s a wizard in the kitchen.”

“Can’t possibly beat you,” She teased, hoping to bring back the ease in their relationship.

“I am honored you think so highly of my cooking.” He flashed her that charming smile that he so rarely displayed. Lucy felt her heart tug at the sight of it.

“I love when you smile.” She admitted to him.

“Yeah?” He asked, and she nodded her head.

“I wish you’d do it more.” There was a silence that overcame them. Lucy confused Tim in a way no one else had. She makes him feel safe, in a way he hadn’t felt in… well since he was a kid. The last time he recalled being so carefree with someone was his sister.

“Lucy,” Tim finally said. “If you are up for it tomorrow. There is someone I’d like you to meet.”

“Who?” She asked softly.

“Some people who are very important to me.” He said, and before Lucy could further inquire there was a knock at the door.

“Tim,” Lucy said before he reached the door. He looked back at her curiously. “I’d love to meet them.” He sent her that same smile, making her heart beat a tad bit faster.

Tim turned the doorknob, revealing the smiling faces of an older couple on the other side. The man, his eyes reflecting a lifetime of stories and experiences, greeted Tim with a warm pat on the shoulder, while the woman's eyes sparkled with kindness and enthusiasm. Tim reciprocated their greetings with a nod of respect, allowing Lucy to join in the conversation.

"Wade, Luna, I'd like you to meet Lucy," Tim introduced, gesturing towards Lucy with a smile. As Wade and Luna turned their attention to her, Lucy offered a shy smile, feeling a bit nervous under their kind gazes.

"It is so nice to finally get to meet you!" Luna exclaimed, stepping forward to embrace Lucy warmly. Surprised by the unexpected gesture, Lucy hesitated for a moment before returning the hug, feeling a sense of genuine warmth emanating from Luna's embrace.

"Sorry about her," Wade chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Tim has told us so much about you, she's a little excited," he explained, shooting a playful glance at Luna. Lucy couldn't help but grin at the lighthearted banter, appreciating the warm welcome extended to her.

"All good things I hope," Lucy replied with a teasing twinkle in her eye, sharing a brief but meaningful exchange of glances with Tim. As Wade and Luna laughed, Wade reassured Lucy with a heartfelt sentiment.

"I don't think he could ever say a bad thing about you," Wade said with a warm smile, his words affirming the genuine bond between Lucy and Tim.

“Are you going to be okay?” Tim asked as he did before he left every morning.

“She will be fine Tim!” Luna said. “We are just gonna feed her and get to know her. You go train that young girl.”

“You heard her son,” Wade said. “It’s best not to argue.” Admittedly, Lucy was confused by the relationship between Tim and the Greys. Tim seemed to follow their orders, but Lucy remembered Tim saying that he was the only Alpha in the pack. Perhaps it was a thing of respect. She’d have to ask him about it.

“Okay,” He took a deep breath. “If you need anything…”

“We will be fine,” Luna said. “Off you go!” Tim held his hands up, moving to kiss Lucy on the head, the only kisses he had been giving her, and then leaving Lucy alone with the older couple. “Let’s get you something to eat!”

|~|

As the hour passed, Lucy found herself effortlessly winning over both Wade and Luna. With her infectious laughter and genuine warmth, she managed to coax smiles from their lips and even had Wade laughing heartily at one of her stories while Luna worked her magic in the kitchen.

"I can see why he likes you," Wade remarked, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced over at Lucy. Lucy returned his smile.

"I can see why he likes you too," she replied sincerely, grateful for the easy rapport she shared with Tim's surrogate parents. It dawned on Lucy that the bond between Tim and the Greys ran deep, and she felt privileged to be welcomed into their fold.

"I must admit, when Tim told me about you, I was hesitant," Wade admitted, catching Lucy off guard. Her eyebrow arched in surprise, but before she could respond, Wade continued. "But now that I've met you, I can see why he cares for you so much."

“When did he talk to you about me?” She asked genuinely.

“When he was watching you,” Wade shook his head. “I’ll try my best to ensure this doesn’t sound as creepy as it seems.”

“No it’s okay, he told me about the woods and the village. I know,” She assured.

“Yes, well the first night he saw you in the woods, he came to me. He was confused.” Wade leaned back in the chair he sat in. “I’ve never seen him act this way before. He was nervous, I guess that’s the right word for it. But he told me about a woman who was following the moon, it was like he was led to you. I knew then that a reaction like this could only be caused by a soulmate. His soulmate.”

“I don’t know much about soulmates,” Lucy admitted.

“No one does. Not really anyways. It’s not a simple science. Soulmates don’t have rules.”

“Is Luna yours?” She asked softly and watched as Wade looked over at his wife, who was seemingly dancing around the kitchen.

“For over thirty years,” he confirmed. “She’s the most important person in my life.” Lucy wondered at what point she and Tim would be like them. Wise beyond their years, in love, and living a content life. She wondered if they’d ever get to that point. “You, my dear, are important to him.”

“I know,” She nodded. “I just wish I wasn’t so confused. Not just with Tim. With everything. I feel like it’s complicated, and it causes our bond to be…strained?”

“He has a strong sense of duty.” Wade nodded. “He’s trying to do what’s best for you. I can’t imagine that this is easy for you, but I assure you, everything he does is to attempt to aid your journey.”

“You talk so highly of him,” She said fondly.

“He’s important to me. Since his father wasn’t the kindest person, I was often the only one in Tim’s corner.” Wade’s words faded slowly. Throughout her time with Tim, she has created a deep hatred for a man she’s never met.

She thinks that perhaps this is why the universe brought them together. Two souls who were betrayed by the people who were supposed to love them. While two very different situations, it was betrayal all the same. Their souls were broken from a very young age, left looking for solace. She thinks, shall their relationship presume, they could heal each other.

“So you’ve been a part of this pack for a long time?” She asked.

“Since before Tim was even born.” Grey nodded. “But when Tim was around one I was cast out,” Lucy frowned. She couldn’t imagine a man who showed her nothing but kindness could be capable of doing something worth being cast out. “Tim brought me back after his father died.”

“How old was he? When his father died.”

“Oh I am not sure, he was younger than most,” Wade said. “Even though I was cast out, Luna and I stayed nearby always. This pack was our home. When Tim had a particularly difficult time with his father, he’d come to see me.”

“So it was just you and Luna? All that time?”

“And our daughter. Dominique, she’s all grown now. Married.” She watched a small form on the older man’s face at the thought of his daughter. “Tim’s helped me in many ways, I am always happy to help him.” The conversation faded off. Lucy felt she had learned a lot about Tim in the short time she spent with his family.

Later, Luna presented a very nice meal it was the best one she’s had in a long time. It reminded her of a meal made by their mother. She rather enjoyed the company of the Greys. They were easy to get to know, they were welcoming, and warm. It made the last few days hurt just a little bit less.

|~|

Tim returned later that evening, he was tired, and his bones ached. Tamara had a lot to learn, but she was very skilled. She also had no quit in her, something that reminded him of Lucy. When he got back to his home later that evening, Lucy was laughing with Grey, not everyone could make that man laugh, it was impressive.

“Oh, Tim!” Lucy smiled, catching sight of him, Tim smiled back at her.

“Good day?” he asked.

“The best,” She said, smiling at the Greys. “Luna was teaching me how to rewrap my wounds.” Tim raised an eyebrow.

“I am learning myself,” Luna admitted with a shrug. “Gives me something to focus on.”

“I can have Grace work with you,” Tim said, and Luna lights up.

“We don’t want to cause trouble,” Grey reminded.

“It’s no bother,” Tim assured. He always looked out for Luna and her many hobbies. Besides Grace liked teaching other people. After a bit of small talk, the Greys took their leave. Leaving Tim and Lucy alone.

“I like seeing you like this,” Tim smiled at Lucy, who was lying on his bed with a lazy, but content smile on her face.

“Like what?” She questioned as Tim came to sit beside her. She noticed she was becoming much more comfortable around him, no longer shying away from the emotional talks.

“Happy?” he said as if trying to find the right word. “It’s just most of the time I’ve known you, you’ve been on edge, but lately, you’ve been relaxed, freed.”

“I’ve never felt this way before,” Lucy admitted. “But for the first time in a long time, not only do I feel happy, I feel safe.” Tim gently reached for her hand, his thumb running over her knuckles. Blush forming on her cheeks.

“That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

|~|

The next morning, Lucy woke up feeling the warmth of Tim’s breath ghosting her neck. They had fallen asleep apart, yet now, the morning air around them, their limbs entwined. Tim’s arms wrapped protectively around her waist keeping her close. She could smell him all around her. She was in paradise.

“Good morning,” Tim’s sleepy voice said. His voice, low and gravely, did something to Lucy, awoke something inside her.

“Morning,” She responded lazily, contently. Tim’s arms tighten around her. Lucy couldn’t help but feel a little confused. Tim confused her. She had never been in a relationship before, so maybe this was just how men acted. With Chris it wasn't a relationship, not really, it was more of a duty. Everything felt like a job to her. But here, with Tim, wrapped in his arms, felt like more than she’d ever realized was possible with another person.

“I can hear you thinking,” Tim grumbled. Nuzzling impossibly closer to her.

“I have a lot on my mind,” She admitted.

“Yeah? What’s on your mind beautiful,” The nickname set a whole nother wave of pleasure throughout her. Lucy was frustrated. She didn’t know if she was allowed to enjoy Tim’s arms around her, the way he gently kissed her head, the way his hands gently rubbed circles where her shirt had lifted up. She wanted to give in, but she wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted.

“Do you not want me?” She asked, frustratedly. She didn’t mean for it to come out that way, but now that it was out there, she was glad.

Tim gently pulled away from Lucy, just enough to turn her around to face him. His hand, weathered and calloused, cradled her face with utmost tenderness. Though his expression bore traces of pain and regret, his eyes held a deep sincerity as he spoke in a hushed tone.

"Lucy," he whispered, his voice tinged with emotion. "There are few things in this world that I am certain of, but one thing I know without a doubt is that you are my soulmate. In every universe, in every lifetime, I choose you."

Lucy's heart fluttered at his words, her gaze meeting his with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "Then why..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.

Tim's thumb brushed against her cheek gently, his touch grounding her in the moment. "Why what?" he prompted, his eyes urging her to express her thoughts.

"Why don't you kiss me?" Lucy blurted out, her words tinged with a hint of insecurity. "You kissed me once, and... and you haven't done it since. Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Tim's heart ached at the notion that Lucy might doubt herself in any way. "Oh, baby, no," he reassured her, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just... I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I've been following your lead, respecting your pace."

Confusion flickered across Lucy's features as she processed his words. "What do you mean?" she inquired, her brow furrowing slightly.

Tim's gaze softened as he caressed her cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles against her skin. "I didn't want to overwhelm you," he explained softly. "Everything between us is still so new, and I didn't want you to feel pressured into anything you weren't ready for. I wanted to give you the space and time to decide for yourself if you wanted to explore that aspect of our relationship further."

Lucy's heart swelled with gratitude and understanding as she absorbed his words. “I want you, Tim.” She said, her words have never been more true.

“Yeah?” He asked, his smile growing impossibly large. She nodded her head, amazed that the thought of her wanting him caused him to smile so largely.

Tim leaned in, gently pulling Lucy's face closer to his own. Their lips met, softly at first, igniting a spark that sent shivers down Lucy's spine. She felt a rush of emotions wash over her – relaxation, contentment, and most of all, love. As their kiss deepened, Tim took control, his passion evident in every movement. Lucy surrendered herself to the moment, lost in the sensation of being so close to him.

Tim felt like he was in paradise. Knowing that Lucy was his, even if just for now, filled him with an indescribable joy. She was everything he had ever wanted, and more. As they continued kissing, he felt a sense of completeness wash over him, as if nothing else mattered in the world but the two of them together.

The morning slipped away in a blissful haze of lazy kisses and warm embraces. Tim found himself reluctant to leave the comfort of their bed, but he knew they had plans for the day. "Come on, my love," he said after nearly two hours, gently nudging Lucy awake. "We must get up."

Lucy groaned, not wanting to lose the warmth of their embrace just yet. "I don't wanna," she protested, clinging to him.

Tim chuckled at her reluctance. "My love, I promise you, what I have planned is going to be the most fun," he assured her, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

After a moment of hesitation, Lucy relented, allowing Tim to pull her out of bed. He rewarded her compliance with a sweet kiss before urging her to get ready for the day. Yes, he thought to himself, he could get used to this.

|~|

“Where are we going?” Lucy asked. Tim had led her out to the woods, pulling her along gently, their hands entwined as he made his way through bushes and trees. He had been particularly sneaky about their outing. They were still in the confounds of the pack, but where they were was quiet, and a little ways away that allowed for privacy. But given the path they were taking, Lucy could tell someone, maybe Tim, walks along it often.

“I want you to meet someone.” He said. “Someone important to me.” Lucy knew that Tim didn’t exactly have a lot of people important to him, or at least he claimed he didn’t. She knew him well enough to know he had many people important to him. The Greys, Angela, and Zoe to name a few.

“I seem to be meeting a lot of important people as of late,”

“Well my most important girl deserves to meet important people,” He teased, and she grinned. Lucy could get used to this, his soft and teasing behavior. It was such a deep contrast to the otherwise distant persona he pretended to have.

Tim led Lucy over to a small cabin nestled amidst the trees. It was charming, with flowers adorning the windowsills and the door left wide open to invite in the fresh air. A quaint garden sat nearby, adding to the homey atmosphere. As they approached, Tim knocked gently on the door.

"Genny!" he called out, prompting a faint response from inside. "Why is your door open? Anyone could walk in," he grumbled, voicing his concern. Lucy couldn't help but smile at Tim's protective nature, even in such a secluded place.

A tall woman emerged from the kitchen, her vibrant red hair catching Lucy's attention. She had kind eyes and welcoming demeanor. "I'm in the middle of the woods," she explained, addressing Tim's question. "And everyone knows I'm the Alpha's sister. They won't dare hurt me."

Tim's frown deepened at her nonchalant response. "Everyone knows you're my sister, which is exactly why they might hurt you," he countered, his protective instincts kicking in.

But Genny simply shrugged off his worries with a smile. "Then you'll come and save me," she teased. Turning her attention to Lucy, she continued, "Now, big brother, who is this?"

Tim gently guided Lucy forward, his hand resting on her waist as he introduced her. "Genny, this is Lucy. Lucy, meet my little sister, Genny."

“Sister?” Lucy said shocked, giving Tim a look. She wished she would have known she’d be meeting his sister, she would have brought something, like flowers or something. She remembered a lesson from her mother, never come to someone’s house empty-handed.

“You didn’t tell her about me?” Genny frowned. “I am not surprised.”

“We’ve had a lot going on.”

“So I’ve heard. You almost got yourself killed the other day.” Her eyes were laced with concern as she looked over her brother. “You are okay?”

“I am fine,” He reassured, “Lucy actually saved me.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Lucy blushed.

“I would,” Tim said. Genny watched the two interact. She’d never seen her brother be so quick with praise. She had heard murmurs about Lucy. The now not-so-human girl Tim had brought into the pack, but she hadn’t had time to talk to Tim about it, given he’s been spending most of his time with Lucy. She was glad he was finally bringing her along.

“Believe me, Lucy, he doesn’t give praise very often, I’d accept it,” Genny said sending a teasing smirk over to her brother, who sent her a playful glare, which she ignored in favor of turning to Lucy. “I am so excited to meet you, Lucy.”

“Yeah?” She asked.

“It’s not every day my brother brings in a lady and offers up his house.”

“How do you even know that?” Tim asked.

“I’ve heard things.”

“You went into town again.” Tim accused. While Genny was her own person, he didn’t like her going into the village without his knowledge, especially as of late when people like Primm were out attacking people he loved. He didn’t want anything to happen to her.

“I am a grown woman.” She reminded. “With kids. I can’t always wait for you to visit me once a week to get supplies. Your nephews eat a lot.” She was right and Tim knew it.

“Where are the boys?” Tim asked, not wanting the conversation to turn bitter.

“Playing ball out back.” She said. “I can call them in.” Tim held his hand up.

“No need, I will go play a round with them. Let you two girls get to know each other,” he said, looking at Lucy to see if it was okay. Genny smiled at the way they seemed to communicate with each other without even saying a word. She watched Lucy nod, and Tim leaned in, kissing her head and squeezing her hand. A sight to behold, Tim Bradford in love.

Tim left them alone, Lucy watching as he left and only turning back to Genny when he was fully out of sight. She truly connected to Tim so deeply.

“Come on Lucy, I can tell you all the embarrassing stories I have on Tim.”

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Lucy watched Tim out the window with his nephews. It was so different compared to how he acted around anyone else. He was soft, he was carefree. Here it seemed like Tim wasn’t the alpha, but just an uncle who loved his nephews. If anything, that was the most attractive thing about him.

“He’s a great man isn’t he?” Genny spoke softly. Lucy reluctantly tore her gaze away from Tim and onto his sister.

“He’s amazing.” She said, without a doubt. “He’s the best man I know.”

“He is.” Genny nodded. “So forgive me when I give you the protective sister speech. He may be my big brother, but we look out for each other.”

“I don’t mind,” Lucy said. “I’m glad he has you in his corner. I’ve only heard bad things about his- your- family.”

“He told you about…” Her words faded out.

“Your dad?” Lucy questioned. Genny nodded. “Little things, stories mostly. He was not a good person and an even worse father.”

“That’s putting it lightly.” Genny sighed. “I mean, it was never that bad for me, Tim got the most of it. But I don’t know if that’s because I wasn’t an alpha, or because Tim protected me from him,”

“Probably a little bit of both,” Lucy offered, and Genny nodded. “He doesn’t talk about you very often.”

“Our relationship is growing.” Genny sighed. “But I left the pack for a very long time. It hurt Tim.” Lucy listened carefully. “It’s just I couldn’t stay here anymore. Not after Dad died. I had no mother, and no father, and my brother had a pack to run, so I couldn’t bother him with my issues. So I left, in the middle of the night. I just ran, for days maybe. That’s when I met my boys' father. He was so perfect. At least for a little bit. But then the cruel behavior started to come out. I knew I couldn’t stay there, not with him. So I reached out to Tim, and he came for me, without a second thought.”

“He tends to throw himself into danger for the people he cares about,” Lucy said softly.

“Yes, he does.” Genny laughed lightly. “My boys don’t have a father, but they have an uncle who protects them like no other.”

“Why are you so far from the pack?” Lucy asked.

“I am a part of the pack in all ways that count, but with Tim being the Alpha he felt the need to protect us. So I get a little privacy and Tim feels safe knowing that the only way to reach our cabin is by passing his cabin.” Genny shrugged. “Whatever lets him sleep at night.” Her lip rose. “But I guess he’s got something better these days.” Lucy’s face lit with redness. “A soulmate. I never thought I’d see the day my big brother found his soulmate.”

“Did he ever talk about a soulmate before?” Lucy asked. She didn’t know how important soulmates were to Tim. She knew he cared about her, that he was drawn to her, and felt a need to protect her, but she wanted to know more. Had he always wanted to find her? No matter who she turned out to be?

“When we were younger.” Genny thought back. “I teased him about it. He used to tell me stories of the pack he would run. That he’d be different than our father, and that his Luna would be treated the way she deserved, not the way our mother got.”

“Tim has been nothing but wonderful to me,” She said softly.

“I have no doubt.” Genny nodded. “I’m so happy for him. If anyone deserves this, it’s him. He’s already given up so much to be alpha, he shouldn’t have to be alone the rest of his life to do so.”

As Lucy mulled over Genny's words, a sense of determination welled up inside her. Genny was right—Tim deserved happiness, just like anyone else. And Lucy was determined to ensure he got it.

She thought about all the moments they'd shared, the laughter, the tenderness, and even the challenges they'd faced together. Tim had always been there for her, supporting her, protecting her, and loving her. Now, it was her turn to return the favor.

Lucy made a silent vow to herself. She would do everything in her power to bring happiness to Tim's life. Whether it was through small gestures of affection, being there for him in times of need, or simply making him smile, she was determined to be the source of his joy.

Later when Tim entered the cabin once again, his attention was drawn to the lively scene unfolding in the kitchen. There, he saw Lucy and Genny engaged in laughter and conversation, clearly getting along famously. Their easy camaraderie brought a warm smile to Tim's face as he watched them from the doorway.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him—two important women in his life bonding and enjoying each other's company. It was a reassuring and heartwarming sight for Tim, knowing that Lucy was fitting in well with his family.

With a contented sigh, Tim made his way over to them, his smile growing wider with each step. "Looks like you two are getting along just fine," he remarked, his voice filled with genuine happiness. He leaned down, placing a kiss on Lucy’s cheek.

"Absolutely," Lucy replied, her eyes shining with warmth. Genny nodded in agreement, her expression reflecting the same sentiment.

“It’s nice to have someone else here that will put you in your place.”

“Don’t I get enough of that with not only but Angela as well?” Tim grumbled.

“You can never get too much of it,” Genny rolled her eyes while Lucy smiled.

“Yeah babe,” Lucy said, the nickname sliding from her lips easily. “Someone got to keep you in check.”

“Well then I’m glad it’s you,” He said sincerely. Lucy smiled up at him, while Genny watched the two fondly. She did love seeing her brother so happy after so many years of sadness.

“I’m glad it’s Lucy too,” Genny smiled “I can get used to her being around.” Tim could tell how much that statement meant to Lucy just but the way she smiled.

“Your sister is awesome,” Lucy said, giddy with happiness.

Tim couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the bond forming between Lucy and his sister. It was moments like these that reminded him of the blessings in his life, and he cherished them deeply. With a heart full of love and gratitude.

His nephews came running in before he could speak up again. Chaos always came with those boys, and the conversation was quickly forgotten. However, amidst the chaos, Tim felt lucky to be there in the midst of it. It reminded him that perhaps he hadn’t missed out on the chance to feel a part of a family afterward.

|~|

As they lay in bed later that night, Lucy reveled in Tim’s warmth. He was drawing circles on her stomach as he held her close to his body. His face was resting against her hair, taking in her scent. Both of them were awake, just enjoying the feeling of having each other so close.

“Tim?” Lucy said softly.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you a question, you don’t have to answer it though.” She assured.

“What’s your question prompted.”

“You talk a lot about your father, but never your mother.” She said, slowly as if testing the water. Tim didn’t interrupt her. “Neither does Genny. What happened to your mom? If you don’t mind me asking.”

As Lucy's question hung in the air, Tim felt a weight settle in his chest. He remained quiet for a moment, his thoughts swirling as he grappled with the emotions stirring within him. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about his mother; rather, it was the flood of memories and emotions that talking about her often brought to the surface.

Tim knew if he glanced at Lucy, he’d see the curiosity in her eyes, and he couldn't bear to leave her question unanswered. He took a deep breath, steeling himself to share a part of his past that he hadn't fully come to terms with. "It's not that I don't want to talk about her," he began, his voice soft and tinged with emotion. "It's just... talking about my mother brings up a lot of memories, both good and bad."

He paused, struggling to find the right words to express the complexity of his feelings. "She was... a complicated woman," Tim continued, his gaze distant as he delved into his memories. "She had her demons, but she also had moments of incredible kindness and love." Tim's voice wavered slightly, betraying the depth of his emotions.

He turned to Lucy, meeting her eyes with a mixture of vulnerability and honesty. "I want to share everything with you, Lucy," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "But talking about my mother... it's just difficult sometimes. I hope you understand."

“I want to listen.” She said turning around to face him completely. “Tim, I want to be here for you, the good and the bad.”

“I know you do.” Tim assured. “It’s not you. It’s just talking about my father is easier because there was never a bond between him and me. What he did to me constantly- while unjustified, I knew why he did it. With my mom, there were only ever more questions than answers.” Lucy put her hand on Tim’s cheek.

“If you aren’t ready, I won’t push.” She said softly, but Tim shook his head.

“No, I want to.” He assured. He took a moment to collect his thoughts.

As Tim sat with Lucy, he felt a wave of emotions wash over him as he began to open up about his mother. "My mother was a simple woman," he started, his voice tinged with both fondness and sorrow. "She was the luna of the pack, and she demanded respect from everyone, but she was also incredibly kind."

Tim's gaze turned distant as memories of his mother flooded his mind. "She had a love for nature," he continued, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "She would spend hours in the fields, collecting flowers with Genny. It was her way of finding peace and serenity amidst the chaos of our world."

He sighed softly, his expression growing more somber as he delved into the complexities of his mother's character. "She always showed her children love and support," Tim admitted, his voice laced with a hint of sadness. “She’d try her best to keep us out of his line of sight, but she could only do so much.”

“But she tried,” Lucy said softly. Even though she couldn’t imagine not running away with her kids to protect them, she didn’t want to talk badly about Tim’s mother.

"She loved us so much. She really wanted to protect us” Tim remembered. But when my father was consumed by anger and frustration, it felt like she changed with him."

“What do you mean?”

Tim's voice grew heavier as he delved deeper into the darker aspects of his family history. "When my father was at his worst," he confessed, "my mother changed. She became easily irritated, and her comments sometimes left me feeling uncomfortable."

He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air as he struggled to articulate the complexity of his parents' relationship. "She wasn't the caring woman I knew anymore," Tim admitted, his tone tinged with sadness. "The worse my father got, the worse she got. It was like they shared a connection as soulmates, mirroring each other's emotions, even if it was on a lighter level."

As Tim spoke, Lucy could sense the pain and turmoil that lay beneath his words. The dynamic between his parents painted a poignant picture of the complexities of love and the toll that external forces could take on a relationship.

“They shared emotions?” Lucy asked. Tim nodded.

Tim's voice softened as he continued, his words carrying the weight of years of reflection and understanding. "Every soulmate relationship is different," he explained, his gaze meeting Lucy's. "For my parents, it was... intense. My mother was the only person my father truly loved. Their connection ran deep, so deep that even their emotions often intertwined."

He paused, a pained expression crossing his features as he recalled the memories of his childhood. "The only good memories I have of my father," Tim confessed, "were when my mother was extremely happy. But even then, his anger was always more powerful than her happiness."

“Will we share emotions too?”

Tim's voice took on a thoughtful tone as he continued, his eyes searching Lucy's for understanding. "I don't know if we'll share emotions like my parents did," he admitted, his expression earnest. "Angela and Wesley, for instance, they didn't share emotions like that. It just depends on the connection, I guess."

He paused, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he considered the complexities of soulmate bonds. "Of course, soulmates aren't an exact science," Tim added with a shrug. "Each relationship is unique, shaped by countless factors. Maybe we'll experience something entirely different, something that's just ours."

“I think it would be an honor to share your emotions.”

Tim's expression softened as he considered Lucy's words, her sincerity shining through her eyes. "Lucy, I... I don't want to share emotions with you because I would never want to risk dulling your happiness," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of concern.

Lucy shook her head lightly, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she reached out to cup Tim's cheek. "Tim, you could never dull my happiness," she said earnestly, her gaze unwavering. "You are my happiness. Being with you, sharing moments with you, it's all I need to feel truly happy."

Tim's heart swelled with warmth at Lucy's words, a sense of deep gratitude washing over him. In that moment, he realized just how much Lucy meant to him, how her presence in his life had brought him an unparalleled sense of joy and fulfillment.

“You make me believe I won’t be like my father.”

“You won’t be,”

“All I’ve ever been taught was how to be like.” He said sadly.

Lucy's voice was filled with genuine empathy as she spoke, her words carrying a weight of understanding and compassion. "I'm so sorry, Tim," she said softly, her eyes reflecting her sincerity. "You deserved so much better than what you went through."

She reached out to gently grasp Tim's hand, her touch offering a silent reassurance of her support. "You're a wonderful person, Tim. You deserve wonderful things," Lucy continued, her voice unwavering. "I'm just grateful that I get to be a part of your life now, to be by your side and share in all the good things that come your way. You are nothing like that father. Your father wouldn’t have protected Genny as you did. He wouldn’t have offered a homeless girl a home."

Tim listened to her words, his expression softening as he absorbed the depth of her empathy and care. “I love you.” He said softly, leaning into her. Lucy smiled following closer.

“I love you too Tim,” Who cared if it was too soon? They loved each other. What more could they ask for from life?

|~|

Later, after their nap, there was a knock at the door. Lucy was still getting used to being up late, her eyes were droopy, however, she knew Tim spent a lot of time awake at night and so did most of the pack. If they could, most slept periodically throughout the day to run wild during the night. So a knock at the well within a witching hour was no surprise.

“Go to sleep,” Tim said softly. “I don’t want you to tire yourself out.”

“How am I ever going to keep up with you if I can’t even stay asleep?” She questioned, although her voice was low and had very little intent of pushing against his request.

“With time, my dear, with time.” He kissed the top of her head as she fell back to sleep. Tim took his jacket and went to the door. Zoe was standing before him.

“We have a development.” She said. Tim nodded and led her away from the cabin so not to bother Lucy.

After the intense interrogation with Primm, Tim's mind was consumed with questions about Lucy. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to her. Why did Primm feel so threatened by her? Why did he see her as a threat?

Knowing that even Lucy herself was in the dark about Primm's motives, Tim decided to take matters into his own hands. He orchestrated a plan for Zoe and a few select pack members known for their discretion. Their objective: is to uncover any information that could shed light on Primm's fixation with Lucy.

“I went back to her village as you instructed.”

“What did you find?” He asked.

“Not much. Chris, her fiance, has seemingly taken the disappearance of Lucy well, he’s moved on. With Caleb’s death, the town is on edge. But they have all seemingly come to the conclusion that hunters should not be allowed, they are only causing trouble.”

“Yes well none of their hunters seem to return anymore,” Tim said remembering the bodies. “What else?”

“Vanessa, Lucy’s mother, is acting odd,” Zoe said carefully. “Watching everything as if something is gonna jump out and attack her at any given point. I have Thorsen servalling her.”

“She knows something,” Tim said.

“Or she just is upset because her daughter is missing,” Zoe offered.

“No.” He shook his head. “A concerned mother would be combing the woods inch by inch to find her daughter. Vanessa Chen hasn’t left the village since she was barely an adult.”

“You think she’s hiding something?”

“I suspect you do too,” Tim says. “You wouldn’t have left Thorsen watching if you didn’t.”

“I think she knows more than she lets on,” Zoe said. “Except no one dare question the mother who just lost her only child.”

“Mmh.” Tim nodded. “Watch her. I want eyes on her till the next full moon.”

“That’s in a week.”

“I know.” Tim nodded. “However I suspect she’ll be more willing to cooperate given the right setting.” Zoe nodded her head. “I want you to switch our members watching her. I don’t need anyone else noticing something they shouldn’t.”

“Understood.”

“You need to spend more time in town. Lucy’s noticing that you’re gone.”

“You want me to give the job to Angela?”

“No. I am sure you can split your time fairly well.” He said. He couldn’t risk bringing in anyone else. Not even Angela, not until he knew what he was dealing with.

“Of course.” Zoe nodded. “But Tim, you have to see that this might just be a freak coincidence. I’d hate to put so much focus when there are bigger issues at play-”

“You don’t get a say in what I put my pack’s attention to.” He reminded. Zoe was a little taken aback. She’d never seen Tim speak so forcefully. But she quickly regained herself. “Lucy’s safety is what matters right now.”

“Of course,” She said again. “When she is awake, call for me, I will spend the day with her.” Tim nods and Zoe turns to leave.

“Thank you, Zoe.” Tim says before she’s too far. Zoe stops, thinking before she speaks.

“I like that girl Tim. She’s different. I will do anything I can to protect her.” She looked over her shoulders at him.

“I know you would.” Tim acknowledges. “That’s why I am trusting you.” Zoe nodded before continuing on her way.

|~|

In the early hours of the morning, as the sun cast its golden rays across the tranquil landscape, Zoe and Lucy found solace in a much-needed breakfast catch-up. Their laughter and chatter filled the air, a soothing contrast to the weighty matters that lingered in Zoe’s mind.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, Tim decided he needed to work on his training. His fists collided with the punching bag with controlled force, each strike fueled by a blend of determination and frustration. With each punch, he couldn't help but hear Lucy's voice in his mind, her cries echoing with haunting clarity.

As his rage intensified, Tim unleashed a particularly powerful blow, sending the punching bag hurtling through the air. The impact reverberated through the courtyard, punctuating the stillness of the morning. Before he could gather his thoughts, Angela's voice broke the silence, her tone laced with subtle amusement.

"I think you killed it," she remarked, her presence a welcome interruption to Tim's turbulent thoughts. “Might wanna hit it again to make sure.”

“Very funny,” He sighed.

“I’m hilarious, ask Wesley.”

“What do you want Angela?” Tim asked, already undoing the wrapping on his wrist.

“Just checking in. You’ve been MIA since we interviewed Primm.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“You mean with Lucy?” She asked.

“Yes.” He said pointedly.

“Mmhm.” She mumbled.

“What?” He asked annoyed, clearly, Angela had something to say. He wasn’t prepared to play whatever mind game she wanted to play suddenly.

“You know I have your back right?”

“Of course, I know that Angela.”

“Then why are you so bluntly leaving me in the dark?” She questioned.

“Excuse you?”

“That meeting with Zoe last night? Thorsen’s sudden absence. God damn Tim did you not think I wouldn’t notice him gone? That kid talks my ear off twenty-four seven.” Angela hissed. “What are you doing.”

“That’s none of your concern!” He growled.

“It is my concern!” She argued. “I am this pack Beta. Which means it's my job to know about what’s happening in the pack. That includes all potential missions.”

“I am the Alpha. Not you. I get to decide what can and can’t be told to you.” In the charged atmosphere of the courtyard, Tim and Angela locked eyes, each silently challenging the other to break the tense standoff. It was a rare moment of discord between them.

Angela felt a divide between them, a sense of unease that she couldn't quite shake. In all her years knowing Tim, she had never experienced such a betrayal. Their gazes remained locked in a silent battle of wills, neither willing to yield. Angela's jaw tensed as she braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, knowing that their bond was being tested in ways she had never imagined.

“Believe it or not Angela, but I do not report to you. I will make calls that just have to deal with you.”

“You’re insulting me! Whatever you are doing I have your back! I don’t understand why you are leaving me out of this.”

“It is none of your concern.” He said again.

“Your concern is supposed to be on your pack. Instead, it’s on her!” Angela cried out annoyed. She loved Lucy, and she loved that she brought Tim such happiness, but Tim’s focus is suffering. She wanted Tim to be with his soulmate but not at the risk of losing his focus on the pack. The moment Tim loses focus is the moment he risks putting himself and everyone in the pack at risk.

“She is a member of this pack now. Don’t you dare insist otherwise?” He growled protectively.

“I am not saying that!” She yelled, frustrated that Tim wasn’t seeing the bigger picture. “We found dead bodies in the woods, Tim, and you haven’t done anything to figure out more about it. Instead, you are sending Zoe on secret missions to Lucy’s village.”

“You followed her?” Tim asked, taken aback.

“I didn’t need to! She reeked of human scent! Where else would you have sent her.” Angela growled. “Have you forgotten Zoe can’t change anymore? If she gets caught she’s put in danger-”

“Zoe can handle herself.”

“I am sure she can, but that won’t always be the case,” Angela said. “You not having a proper backup for her is irresponsible and dangerous.”
Angela struggled to reconcile the Tim she knew with the one standing before her now. He seemed blinded by his singular focus on protecting Lucy, unable to see the broader implications of his actions. While keeping Lucy safe was undoubtedly important, Angela couldn't shake the feeling that Tim was neglecting his duties to the rest of the pack.

Angela found herself growing increasingly frustrated by his stubbornness. It was as if Tim had become so fixated on protecting Lucy that he had lost sight of everything else. She longed for Tim who was able to see the bigger picture, the one who put the well-being of the entire pack above all else.

“I want to help you, you just have to let me.” She practically pleaded with him.

“I suggest you stop trying to put yourself into things that are none of your concern,” Tim said. “You have continuously questioned me and my actions and I have grown sick of it Angela!”

“I am trying to protect you!”

“Well stop it!” He yelled. “Stop trying. I don’t need you to protect me! I don’t need you. I have her, I have my pack.”

“You will.” Her voice suddenly lacks all the fight. “One day you will. Maybe then I won’t be so ready to help you.” She turned away from him, unwilling to continue this argument with him any longer. If wanted to be the big bad alpha who chose one person over the rest of the pack, well she wouldn’t be there to watch.

Tim watched Angela walk away, her leave. It was leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He couldn't shake the annoyance he felt at her accusations. In his mind, protecting Lucy was his top priority, and he refused to entertain anything that might compromise her safety.

The incident in the woods, the bodies of the hunters, was tragic, but it could be chalked down to a freak accident. Right now, Primm was a stark reminder of the dangers they faced. Tim couldn't afford to let his guard down, not when threats lurked around every corner. While others might see it as an isolated incident, Tim knew better. He understood the gravity of the situation, and he refused to let his village turn against him, even if it meant facing opposition from within.

As Angela's figure disappeared from view, Tim clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. He believed he knew what was best for his pack, and he wasn't about to let anyone, not even Angela, sway him from his course of action. One argument wouldn't change his mind. He was determined to protect Lucy at all costs, even if it meant standing alone against the rest of the village.

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|~| A week later |~|

When Lucy woke up, she was alone, surprisingly. She figured Jan was outside her door, and Tim hardly left her truly unattended. Tim had told her that he would be out for the day, he had some business to attend to. Lucy was fine by it, she knew he had responsibilities and she already felt guilty enough for him spending so much time on her.

The last week has been rather boring. Tim hasn’t allowed her to do much, insisting that she needed time to fully recover. Which was fine because most days that just meant she had more time to be alone with Tim. She got to spend a lot more time with Tamara, who was solely becoming very important to Lucy. But she had to admit, despite the great company, she was bored. She took daily strolls just to keep herself from going crazy.

When she opened the door, an older man was sitting there, asleep at the doorstep. Lucy frowned, never having seen this man before. She didn’t want to panic though, surely this was someone Tim knew.

“Hello?” No answer. Gently, Lucy moved forward and poked at the man with her shoe. The man woke up relaxed, moving to stretch. “Excuse me,” She said, getting the man's attention.

“Oh,” He said, standing up. “You’re awake. Jan said you’d been asleep all afternoon,” He sighed.

“And you are?”

“Smitty.” He said as if it was obvious.

“Oh your Smitty,” she said, watching the man that didn’t exactly have the best reputation.

“That's my name.” He looked around her, seemingly looking into Tim’s house. “Does he have good snacks there?”

“Tim doesn’t do snacks.” She said because he didn’t. Smitty seemed disappointed.

“I’m so hungry.” He complained.

“How long have you been out here?” She asked.

“Well, I was late to take over for Jan…” He thought about it for a second. “So probably like twenty minutes.”

“You were sound asleep.” She frowned. “Why didn’t you just eat before you came here?”

“Good point.” She frowned at his response. He was weird man.

“I am going to get breakfast.”

“I’ll come with,” He smiled. “I could use a break.”

|~| During breakfast |~|

Smitty had disappeared, not that Lucy minded. He said the weirdest things and it was far too early to make sense of them. It was no wonder that everyone kept their distance. Instead, she was going to choose to sit alone but she caught sight of Angela sitting by herself. She decided to go over to her.

“Angela,” She smiled, and the other woman looked up. Lucy swore she saw a look of despair on Angela’s face, but as quick as it came, was it wiped away completely. “I’m sorry, are you trying to have some alone time?” She asked hesitantly.

“No, please.” She smiled. “I don’t mind.” Lucy smiled and took a seat across from her and the two ate in relative silence. Lucy was beginning to think she had made a mistake sitting with Angela, but when she looked up at the other woman, she noticed Angela watching her. “So,” She began.

“Yeah?”

“How’s life with Bradford? Being his soulmate and all.”

“He told you?”

“I think everyone knows by now,” Angela said. “You two aren’t exactly subtle.”

“Oh.” She sighed. “It’s okay I guess.”

“I’m just surprised that you aren’t out with him right now, don’t you two usually have breakfast together these days?” Angela asked casually.

“Oh, well I am sure you know he said he’d be out for the day.”

“Right of course,” She smiled tightly. “How could I have forgotten? He’s out with Zoe.”

“I guess so,” Lucy shrugged. She didn’t know much about what Tim was doing or with whom. She didn’t think it was her business. “How come you aren’t with him?”

“Some missions just don’t require me,” She said. Lucy nodded, that made sense. “So, what are your plans for today then hotshot?” Lucy’s eyes raised at the nickname but she didn’t say anything about it.

“Nothing, I was gonna see if Tamara was doing anything, but other than that, Grace has me on bed rest.” Not really Grace, more so Tim.

“Sounds boring,” Angela said. “You look fine to me,”

“I feel fine! But Tim thinks I need time to recover.” Lucy frowned. She’s felt great lately and was annoyed that Tim was still treating her so delicately. She wanted to be out in the woods, learning to control her other form. She wanted to learn to run and transform seamlessly like she had seen Angela and Tim do. But she couldn’t do that if Tim was treating her like a kid.

“I have a certain pull around here,” Angela said. “How about I take you out to the woods? Show you a few tricks?”

“I’m not sure Tim would like that,” Lucy said cautiously.

“Who cares what Tim thinks? I’ll bring Nyla with us,” Angela offered. “We can make the day out of it. Girls day.”

“Tim will be mad-”

“Then let him be mad. Lucy, if you want to be the Luna of this pack, you’re gonna have to learn to stand up for yourself, that includes against Tim.” Angela said. “Besides, chances are, he’ll never find out.”

“He has me being watched nearly twenty-four-seven,” She said.

“Who’s watching you now?” Angela asked. Lucy looked around and nodded towards Smitty who was currently eating soup with a fork. Angela smirked and then turned back to Lucy. “So what do you say, hotshot? Wanna go for a run?”

Who was she to say no?

|~| TIM |~|

Tim stood at the edge of Lucy's old village, his gaze fixed on the buildings ahead. Zoe and Aaron were somewhere in the town, gathering information discreetly. Tim had made the decision to stay back, opting to keep a watchful eye from a distance.

His primary focus was Vanessa. Tim's suspicions about her ran deep, and he needed more information to confirm his suspicions. He knew Lucy would be disappointed that he wasn't with her today, but he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Vanessa Chen knew more than she was letting on.

Tonight was the full moon, things tend to happen on the nights of the full moon. If he was going to get answers it would be tonight.

Tim observed Vanessa from a distance, his eyes tracing her movements as she went about her daily chores. She seemed to be engrossed in her tasks, cooking and cleaning with a sense of routine. Her demeanor was subdued, her actions precise yet cautious.

Occasionally, Vanessa glanced over her shoulder, her movements nervous and fidgety. Tim noted the way she seemed on edge whenever she ventured outside, her gaze darting around as if expecting trouble at any moment.

Despite everyone’s suspicions, Tim couldn't shake the feeling that Vanessa wasn't necessarily someone with malicious intentions. Instead, she appeared more like a person consumed by fear, weighed down by the burden of whatever secrets she carried.

As he continued to watch, Tim couldn't help but wonder what it was that had Vanessa so apprehensive. There was more to her story, he was sure of it, and he was determined to uncover the truth, for Lucy's sake and for the safety of the pack.

|~| LUCY |~|

On the other side of the woods, Lucy walked alongside Angela and Nyla, the atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed. Despite the quietness that enveloped them, Lucy couldn't help but notice how Angela and Nyla seemed to communicate volumes with just their silence. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared history that Lucy couldn't fully comprehend.

But Lucy wasn't one to remain silent for long. She felt a need to break through the somber atmosphere, to lighten the mood with her presence. Clearing her throat, she spoke up, her voice breaking the silence like a ray of sunlight piercing through dark clouds.

"Hey," Lucy said, casting a warm smile at Angela and Nyla. "It's kind of quiet out here, isn't it?" She tried to inject some cheerfulness into her tone, hoping to ease the tension that hung in the air like a heavy fog. There was a stark contrast being out here in the woods compared to the confines of Tim’s cabin. Out here, the silence was refreshing, because it was quiet yet loud, but when she was alone in Tim’s cabin it was just painful.

Angela glanced at Lucy, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips, while Nyla nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is," Angela replied, her voice soft yet tinged with a hint of melancholy. "But sometimes, silence speaks louder than words."

Lucy nodded, understanding Angela's sentiment. “I admittedly don’t do well with silence.”
“Really?” Nyla asked with a teasing glint in her eyes. “I couldn’t notice.”

“My mind just is in constant motion, it doesn’t do in doing nothing,” She shrugged.

“That can be a good thing, out here, with the pack.” Angela acknowledged.

“My mother said my mind would be the death of me.” Lucy laughed. “She said my curiosity for the world is an issue.”

“Mothers are quick to remind you not to make mistakes they made.” Angela offered, but Lucy wanted to laugh. They didn’t understand. Her mother didn’t make mistakes. Her mother was perfect, and she never let Lucy forget that. “But what our mothers think of us, means nothing out here.”

“Out here we are free,” Nyla said. “To do whatever you want.”

“With Tim’s permission though, is that freedom?” Lucy asked.

“Honey,” Nyla smiled. “Did we ask Tim to come out here?”

“We value Tim as the Alpha,” Angela said. “But he does not control us. We are our people, not a pawn in his game of chest.”

“If you are gonna be the pack, Luna,” Nyla said. “You’re gonna have to learn to make choices for yourself.”

“I’ve never made choices for myself before.” Everything she’s ever done has been at the will of someone else. Her mother, her father, Chris, and everyone. Even Tim. She’s never just done something for herself, and herself alone.

“Well then as the two most badass women in the pack,” Angela smiled. “It’s our job to help you learn to become… for lack of a better word, human,” She smiled.

“Even if it means going against Tim?” Lucy asked, knowing full well Tim would not be happy knowing she was out here. The two women shared a knowing smirk.

“Come on hotshot,” Angela said. “We have a lot to do today.”

|~| LUCY |~|

Nyla and Angela led Lucy to a field bursting with colorful flowers, a stark contrast to the dense woods they had been traversing. The open expanse of the field felt liberating, the gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of blossoms.

Dropping their backpacks, Nyla and Angela turned to face Lucy, their expressions curious yet concerned. Angela was the first to break the silence, her voice soft yet probing. "Tell us about your transformation," she said, her eyes searching Lucy's face for any hint of discomfort.

Lucy furrowed her brow, memories of her first transformation flooding back. "It was painful," she began, her voice tinged with unease as she recalled the ordeal. "After getting shot, Tim was worried that I wouldn't be able to transform anymore."

Nyla's expression darkened slightly at the mention of Lucy's injury. "Have you tried since then?" she asked, her tone gentle yet probing.

Shaking her head, Lucy sighed. "No," she admitted. "Tim said I had to wait. Grace thinks I should be fine to transform again, but the pain..." Her voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding her features as she grappled with the memory of the agonizing transformation.

Angela nodded in understanding, her hand finding its way to Lucy's forearm in a gesture of comfort. "I know it hurts," Angela acknowledged, her voice gentle. "But this is a part of you, Lucy. And the sooner we help you with the transformation, the better. You just have to trust us."

Despite the pain and uncertainty that accompanied her transformation, Angela's unwavering support offered a glimmer of hope. With a nod of determination, Lucy met Angela's gaze, silently acknowledging her trust in their guidance.

“Then we are gonna teach you to fight,” Nyla said.

“What?”

“I’m not saying you are going to need it, but you never know.” Nyla shrugged. The last few weeks were proof that you never knew what was going to happen.

“Tim said he’d teach me a few things-”

“Tim can teach you to throw a punch.” Nyla acknowledged. “But he can’t teach you to fight like a girl. We get a higher show of force, especially from men. You are always going to be tested. And when you are alone, against a desperate lunatic, and you are between them and freedom, your thoughts can never be ‘Oh my, he’s bigger than me,’ ”

“You are gonna be the pack Luna, which means you automatically have a target on your head,” Angela added. “We are not trying to scare you, we are just trying to prepare you for the reality.”

“And what happens if I am not ready?” She asked hesitantly.

“By the time we are done with you,” Angela said carefully. “You will be. Now. Let’s start with your transformation.”

It was going to be a long day.

|~| TIM |~|

Tim observed Vanessa's behavior closely, noting the subtle shifts in her demeanor as the hours passed. What began as a composed facade gradually eroded into an air of nervousness and unease. She startled at every sound, her gaze darting anxiously towards the windows as if expecting someone—or something—to emerge from the shadows of the woods.

As Patrick, Vanessa’s husband, and Vanessa went off to the weekly town meeting, Tim decided he needed something from the home. He instructed Zoe and Aaron to shadow them closely, ensuring they remained under surveillance at all times. When Zoe questioned his intentions, her eyes narrowed with suspicion, “What are you up to?”

"Lucy told me about a diary her mother kept," Tim explained, his voice firm and resolute. "I want it."

“You are going to get yourself caught,” Zoe said.

“I won’t. Because you will be keeping an eye out for them. No go. I’d hate to have to tell you twice.”

“Every time you order me around I question why Lucy’s so in love with you,” Zoe said but it had no bite in it.

“My glowing personality.” He deadpanned. Zoe rolled her eyes but followed instructions.

“You know,” Aaron started. “I’m not sure breaking in and entering your girlfriend's parent’s home is the best way to start a relationship.”

“Aaron,” Tim warned. “I picked you because I genuinely think you have potential, but if you are gonna start questioning my orders I can have someone take your place. So tell me now, are you gonna keep putting your opinion out here?”

“No sir,” Aaron said quickly.

“Good.” Tim motioned for them to leave.

Tim waited until Aaron and Zoe had disappeared into the bustling village before he began his descent down the hill toward the Chen family home. The path was familiar to him, each step calculated and deliberate. As he approached the house, he noticed the back door was left ajar, a careless oversight by its occupants.

Slipping inside with practiced stealth, Tim found himself in the quiet interior of the house. It lacked the warmth and comfort of a true home, feeling more like a shelter against the elements than a place of sanctuary. He made his way toward the main bedroom, but a flicker of curiosity led him to pass by what he recognized as Lucy's old room.

Pausing in the doorway, Tim couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. Despite the modest surroundings, Lucy's personality shone through in every detail. A knitted blanket adorned her bed, faded flowers rested on the windowsill, and a collection of books crowded her shelves. The room felt alive with her presence, a stark contrast to the rest of the house.

A pang of fondness washed over Tim as he took in the scene, resolving to bring her fresh flowers and new books upon his return. Shaking off the distraction, he refocused his attention and continued towards the main bedroom, determined to uncover the secrets hidden within Vanessa's diary.

Tim's frustration grew as he rummaged through drawers, chests, and bins in search of Vanessa's elusive diary, but each effort proved fruitless. He felt a wave of irritation wash over him until a flicker of insight sparked in his mind. Remembering how Lucy had come to know about the diary, he shifted his approach, channeling her resourcefulness and intuition.

With a renewed determination, Tim scanned the room, his gaze settling on the closet. Pushing aside clothing with practiced care, he eventually reached the floor and began to search behind winter coats and forgotten items. Hidden from view, nestled amongst the shadows, was a small box.

His heart quickened with anticipation as he gently lifted the lid, revealing the coveted diary within. A sense of triumph washed over him as he cradled the book in his hands, grateful for Lucy's insight and intuition.

However, his moment of victory was short-lived as the distant sound of a howl pierced the air, a warning of impending danger. With a resigned sigh, Tim carefully took the diary and arranged the box's contents, ensuring no trace of his presence remained.

Silently slipping out of the house, he vanished into the surrounding shadows, leaving only the faint echo of his footsteps as he retreated into the woods. He had gotten all he needed.

|~| LUCY |~|

“What do you focus on during your transformations?” Angela asked. They had been working on transforming all day, and still, Lucy found it painful and brutal.

“Transforming,” She said, and Angela’s face sparked with excitement.

“Lucy, that’s why you are in so much pain!” Angela said. “You can’t focus on the transformation itself, you are connecting too literally with the process, you need to let go and let your mind fully give up control.”

“But how can I do that if I want to be in control?” Lucy questioned.

“Lucy,” Nyla said softly. “You have to be able to let go sometimes. I know it’s scary. But the best things worth doing usually are.”

“I’m scared I will lose control of my actions again.” She said, remembering after she had woken up. She had nearly attacked Grace, and Tim for that matter. She didn’t ever want to be in that position again.

“You were scared,” Angela said. “You had just woken up from a major injury, you can’t blame yourself for being confused and lost.”

“I just don't want to hurt someone accidentally.”

“We promise you won’t,” Nyla assured. “Lucy, if you ever want to be Luna, you have to trust yourself.”

With a sense of resolve settling over her, Lucy acknowledged the wisdom in Angela and Nyla's words. She realized that she needed to take control of her own transformation before she could fully embrace her role in the pack. Despite her apprehension, she nodded hesitantly, signaling her willingness to try.

"Okay, I wanna try," Lucy murmured softly, her voice tinged with determination. As she spoke, she caught a glimpse of pride flickering in the eyes of Angela and Nyla, reinforcing her decision to take this step forward.

A warm smile spread across Angela's face as she affirmed Lucy's choice. "Good," she said encouragingly. "Let's get started. Close your eyes.” She did as she was told.

“Don’t think about changing,” Nyla adds.

“Then what do I think about?” Lucy asked.

“The trees, the wind, focus on your other senses. Just let go, allow yourself to truly connect with nature.”

As Lucy surrendered to the guidance of Nyla and Angela, she felt a wave of uncertainty washing over her. However, she soon realized that resisting was futile and that embracing the process was the only way forward. With a deep breath, she began to let go, allowing her mind to ease into the present moment.

At first, it was a struggle, but then Lucy focused on her senses, allowing them to anchor her in the here and now. She felt the gentle caress of the wind against her skin, heard the soft rustle of flowers nearby, and breathed in the fresh scent of wildflowers that surrounded her. With each sensation, she felt herself becoming more grounded, more connected to the world around her.

As she continued to focus on the present, Lucy felt a sense of peace washing over her, like a warm embrace enveloping her entire being. Despite a faint buzz of pain lingering in the background, it felt distant, almost insignificant compared to the overwhelming serenity she experienced. This transformation was unlike anything she had ever known before—it was peaceful, it was transformative, and most importantly, it was hers.

“Open your eyes, Lucy,” Angela’s soft voice said. Lucy did as she was told, but she was no longer standing at the same place she had been before. Instead, she was much lower to the ground.

In her wolf form, Lucy felt a newfound sense of freedom and control. Her fur rippled gently in the breeze, responding to the wind with a grace that mirrored her inner calm. Unlike her previous transformations, where she struggled with her newfound instincts and emotions, Lucy now felt fully in command of herself.

With each movement, she reveled in the sensation of her powerful muscles flexing beneath her sleek fur. There was a sense of relief that washed over her—a release from the constraints of her human form and the burdens of her past struggles. At this moment, as a wolf, she felt truly alive, connected to the primal rhythms of nature that pulsed through her veins.

As she stood beneath the open sky, Lucy closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. The worries and anxieties that had plagued her as a human seemed distant now, replaced by a profound sense of peace and contentment. In her wolf form, she was free to roam, free to explore, and most importantly, free to be herself without reservation.

She looked over at the women who were looking at her with pride. Angela was the first to speak.
“I think it’s only right we take you on your first run,” Angela slowly transformed herself. She was stunning as a human, but her wolf form was vibrant and alive in a way that they couldn’t show as human. Nyla too, is stunning and free.

This is the type of world that Lucy could live in.

|~| TIM |~|

Tim sat reading the diary, and he came up with a few different opinions about Vanessa Chen. One being, she was a horrible mother. The way she treated and took notes of Lucy made it seem like her daughter was more of a science experiment than a daughter. It made his blood boil.

In Vanessa's meticulous notes, every imperfection of Lucy's seemed magnified. Each misstep, every minor mistake, was meticulously recorded in excruciating detail. Vanessa seemed determined to catalog every flaw, no matter how insignificant, and then meticulously outline how Lucy could improve.

Tim's heart ached as he read through the entries, each one a painful reminder of the pressure Lucy must have felt under her mother's constant scrutiny. It was clear that Vanessa harbored unattainable expectations for her daughter, expecting nothing short of perfection in every aspect of her life.

As Tim flipped through the pages, his frustration grew, his hands trembling with a mixture of anger and sadness. Lucy was perfect just as she was, and it pained him to think of her being made to feel otherwise by her own mother. With a heavy heart, Tim forced himself to move on from that section of the diary, determined to find any clue that might shed light on Vanessa.

He read each entry until one in particular caught his attention.

Tim's heart pounded in his chest as he delved deeper into the diary, each revelation hitting him like a sledgehammer. The more he read, the more his world seemed to tilt off its axis. The truth Vanessa had hidden for so long was finally laid bare before him, and it was a truth that shook him to his core.

With each word, Tim's anger simmered beneath the surface, his frustration mounting with every line of the diary. The weight of Vanessa's deception pressed down on him like a heavy burden, and he could feel the heat of rage building inside him.

Closing the diary with a sharp snap, Tim tossed it aside, the pages fluttering as they landed in the dirt. His jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides as he struggled to contain the torrent of emotions swirling within him. It was time to confront Vanessa, to demand answers for the secrets she had kept hidden for so long.

Tim's heart raced as he crouched in the shadows, his wolf form poised and ready to strike. He watched Vanessa's every move, his senses heightened as he tracked her through the darkness of the woods. His anger burned bright within him, fueling his determination to uncover the truth.

For what felt like an eternity, Tim trailed Vanessa, his footsteps silent as he followed her deeper into the forest. The moon cast its eerie glow upon the trees, illuminating their path as they ventured further into the unknown.

Finally, Vanessa came to a stop, her voice cutting through the silence of the night. "Are you going to come out? Or are you gonna continue following me all night?" she called out.

Tim froze, his muscles tensing as he considered his next move. Should he reveal himself now, confront her with the truth he had uncovered? Or should he wait, bide his time until the moment was right?

Taking a deep breath, Tim emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with determination as he confronted Vanessa head-on. "I've been waiting for this moment," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "It's time you told me the truth."

The moon hung low in the sky, its soft glow casting eerie shadows across the landscape as Tim waited patiently in his wolf form. He could feel the tension in the air, a palpable energy that seemed to crackle with anticipation.

Below, in the Chen family home, Patrick's snores echoed loudly through the quiet night, a stark contrast to the stillness outside. But Vanessa was restless, her movements betraying her troubled mind as she slipped on her coat and stepped out into the cool night air.

Tim watched from the shadows, his senses alert as he tracked Vanessa's every move. With silent determination, he followed her into the darkness, his wolf form moving gracefully through the night.

As they ventured deeper into the woods, Tim's focus never wavered. He stayed close behind Vanessa, his instincts guiding him as he waited for the perfect moment to reveal himself.

Tim's heart raced as he crouched in the shadows, his wolf form poised and confident. He watched Vanessa's every move, his senses heightened as he tracked her through the darkness of the woods. His anger burned bright within him, fueling his determination to uncover the truth.

For what felt like an eternity, Tim trailed Vanessa, his footsteps silent as he followed her deeper into the forest. The moon cast its eerie glow upon the trees, illuminating their path as they ventured further into the unknown.

Finally, Vanessa came to a stop, her voice cutting through the silence of the night. "Are you going to come out? Or are you gonna continue following me all night?" she called out.

Tim froze, his muscles tensing as he considered his next move. Should he reveal himself now, confront her with the truth he had uncovered? Or should he wait, bide his time until the moment was right?

Taking a deep breath, Tim emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with determination as he confronted Vanessa head-on. "How’d you know I was following me?” He questioned, though he already knew the answer.

“I assume you already know.” She said. Vanessa carefully turned to face Tim. “You smell like my daughter.”

“You’re one of us,” Tim said, it wasn’t a question.

“I am not one of you. You all are monsters. You’ve made my daughter a monster too.”

“How could you deny her a part of herself, for years?” Tim seethed. He couldn’t possibly imagine having a child and denying them their destiny like Vanessa did.

“I was protecting her,” Vanessa said calmly.

“Protecting her?” Tim laughed. “From what? Cause from where I am standing, the only person she needed protection from, is you.”

“You have put her in danger,” Vanessa said, this time anger was flowing through her. “Everything I have ever done was to protect her.”

“Protect her?” Tim laughed. “What the hell are you trying to protect her from?” Vanessa didn’t answer. Almost like she couldn’t. She seemed like she wanted to. “Does she know you killed her birth father?”

“Her birth father was a criminal,” Vanessa said. “He was a powerful, and power-hungry man. I killed him to protect Lucy. I know you are very well incapable of seeing what I’ve done for my child but one day you’ll understand. You’d do the same thing.”

“I would never do what you did.” Tim shook his head. “Neither would Lucy. You denied her a part of herself, and for what? A little fear?” Tim wanted to laugh.

“To keep her alive,” Vanessa said, effectively shutting Tim up. “If you want to protect her, you will not let her embrace this side of her.”

“Why?” Tim asked.

“It will attract some unwanted attention.”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” Tim said. “Tell me what you know.”

“I can’t. But just know, if you let her embrace that part of her, someone will come after her, and you will get your entire pack killed. So tell me, is she worth your entire pack?”

Tim stood frozen in the darkness, his mind racing with unanswered questions. Vanessa used this moment to slip back into the darkness of the forest. As the sound of her footsteps faded into the distance, Tim was left alone in the darkness, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of the situation. Who was after Lucy? And what kind of danger had he just unwittingly exposed her to?

Chapter Text

|~| TIM |~|

Tim's already foul mood darkened further as he returned home in the early morning light to find Lucy absent from the cabin. Smitty, the unfortunate bearer of this news, hadn’t seen her since early morning. Tim's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he struggled to maintain his composure. Strangling Smitty would do no good, besides allow him to maintain his sanity.

His agitation only intensified when James and Wesley approached him with news of Angela and Nyla's absence as well. Their calm demeanor grated on Tim's nerves, exacerbating his growing anxiety.

"They're probably all together," James ventured, his words falling flat against Tim's rising sense of unease.

“They know better than to leave the pack,” Tim growled.

“And while I understand that,” James acknowledged. “You know Nyla and Angela hardly are ones to follow the rules.”

“That’s my problem,” He grumbled. “They are risking Lucy’s life.”

“Don’t you trust them?” Wesley asked. Tim could tell by Wesley’s voice, that the other man probably knew about his and Angela’s disagreement. Anyone with eyes could see that Angela and Tim aren’t exactly on the same page.

“Of course I do,” Tim countered. “But there is too much going on. Much more than either one of them understand.”

“Is that why you’re icing Angela out?” Wesley asked. “Because she ‘can’t see the bigger picture?’” Wesley asked.

“What’s going on between me and my beta is between her and me,” Tim said.

“Well I am here husband, so I think that gives me leeway.” Wesley countered.

“Don’t put yourself where you don’t belong Evers,” Tim said.

“Angela has been nothing but loyal to her, and repay her by what? Icing her out? Do you understand how insulting it is to her as your Beta to hear that Aaron knows more about your plans than she does?”

“If Angela wishes to keep her place as my Beta she better understand that sometimes I have to make calls that don’t revolve around her. I know that must be shocking to hear.”
“You are treating her like she’s trash. She doesn’t deserve this treatment,” Wesley took a step closer to Tim, which made James increasingly nervous. He prepared himself to pull Welsey back.

“You need to back off,” Tim threatened.

“Or what?” Wesley asked.

Wesley had always been adherent to the laws of their land, but he was also fiercely loyal to those he cared about. Angela, in particular, and he wasn't about to let anyone, not even Tim, overlook her contributions.

Angela had always stood by Tim, supporting him through thick and thin. Now, as tensions rose and tempers flared, Wesley couldn't stand idly by and watch as Tim's frustrations threatened to overshadow Angela's unwavering support.

“Guys,” James interrupts. “How about we all take a step back?”

As Tim and Wesley locked eyes in their silent standoff, their tension palpable in the air, their confrontation was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Lucy's laughter. Both men's attention was instantly drawn to the source of the joyful sound.

Turning their gaze toward the edge of the wood, they see Lucy, Angela, and Nyla, their faces alight with smiles. The sound of Lucy's infectious laughter and the warmth radiating from the trio seemed to diffuse the tension that had been building between Tim and Wesley.

Tim's features softened at the sight of Lucy, a wave of relief washing over him as he took in her lively presence. For a moment, all other concerns faded into the background, that was until he remembered that she had snuck away from the village without informing him. Suddenly he was picked over with anger again.

He walks to her, taking big strides. When Lucy saw him approaching, she smiled at the sight of her soulmate. But her smile faded quickly when she saw the look on his face.

“Tim?” She asked.

“Where the hell did you two take her?” Tim asked, ignoring Lucy completely.

“What?” Angela asked, taken aback by Tim’s comment.

“You heard me.” He growled. “How dare you take her out of the village without my permission.”

“First of all, she doesn’t need your permission to leave,” Nyla said. “Everyone in the village is free to come and go as they please. She is not a prisoner.”
“When did I say she was?” He growled. “You’re putting words in my mouth. I am trying to protect her.”

“You care about her safety, yet, you were gone all day,” Angela challenged. “She was safe with us.”

“Is this your way of getting back at me?” Tim asked.

“Are you serious?” Angela scuffed. “Believe it or not Tim, but not everything is about you,”

“Tim,” Lucy said softly. “They were helping me,” she gently put her hand onto Tim’s arm, but he pulled it away with force. Lucy was taken aback, Tim had never acted like this to her before.

“We have rules for a reason Angela. Rules to protect people.”

“People? Or her.” Angela challenged. “If you cared about everyone you would have noticed her absence a long time ago. Instead, you were away on your mission, doing who knows what. You left the pack alone.”

“I left them with you! You abandoned them. Where are you doing something for the whole pack Angela?” Tim challenged right back.

“Don’t you dare go there,” Angela rolled her eyes. “You know what? You do what you want Bradford.”

Angela's resolve to assist Tim began to wane significantly, her patience worn thin by his relentless insistence on his methods. Frustration simmered beneath the surface as she grew weary of constantly having to prove herself to him.

With a heavy sigh, Angela decided to take a step back, no longer willing to expend her energy in support of Tim's endeavors. Her words carried a weight of finality as she addressed him, her tone tinged with resignation and determination.

"You want to run things your way? Fine," Angela declared, her voice firm and resolute. "Do it on your own, because I'm done." Her statement hung in the air, a clear indication of her withdrawal from their partnership. Angela had reached her limit, unwilling to continue sacrificing her well-being for Tim's sake. “Consider this my resignation.”

As Angela took her leave, her departure was met with a heavy silence from those gathered around. The weight of her absence hung in the air, palpable and profound, as Wesley swiftly followed her, showing solidarity in his decision.

Tim remained rooted in place, his expression a mixture of anger and annoyance, yet devoid of any visible signs of distress over Angela's departure. His silence spoke volumes as he stood amidst the silent onlookers, processing the sudden turn of events.

Despite the loss of their beta, Tim's resolve remained unshaken. He refused to dwell on Angela's departure, steadfast in his belief that he could navigate the challenges ahead with his own strength and the support of Lucy by his side. In his mind, their bond was all he truly needed to weather whatever storms lay ahead.

|~| LUCY |~|

Lucy couldn't shake the sense of guilt that gnawed at her, knowing that Angela's departure had somehow been triggered by the recent developments between her and Tim. Despite Tim's reassurances that Angela's decision was entirely her own, Lucy couldn't help but feel responsible in some way.

As she watched Tim's stoic demeanor and his reluctance to discuss the matter further, Lucy couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the situation than met the eye. She wanted desperately to broach the subject with him, to delve into the depths of his thoughts and emotions, but she found herself at a loss for how to approach the conversation.

Frustration and concern warred within her as she grappled with the weight of her guilt and the nagging suspicion that Tim was keeping something from her. Yet, she remained uncertain about how to navigate the delicate balance between respecting Tim's boundaries and seeking the truth that lay beneath the surface.

The atmosphere between Lucy and Tim was tense as they sat down for dinner, each consumed by their own thoughts. Tim had prepared a meal with his usual skill, but the air around them seemed heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

Lucy glanced at Tim repeatedly, hoping to catch some glimpse of the emotions swirling beneath his stoic exterior, but his expression remained impassive. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, she mustered the courage to speak.

"So," Lucy began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. "You were gone for quite a bit last night."

Tim's gaze flicked up from his plate, meeting hers with a hint of defiance. "So were you," he retorted, his tone sharp and pointed.

Lucy felt a pang of frustration at his response, the tension between them palpable. She had hoped to open a dialogue, to bridge the growing divide that seemed to be widening between them, but Tim's defensive demeanor only served to deepen her unease.
“I was just curious about where you were at,” She said softly, and Tim felt a pang of guilt for snapping at her.

“I’m sorry Luce,” He sighed. “It’s just been a long couple hours.”

“I know,” She acknowledged. “But you don’t have to process it alone. That’s why I am here,”

“I know,” He sighed. “It’s just…it’s complicated.”

“So then uncomplicate it for me.”

“I don’t know how.” He admitted.

Lucy pondered Tim's response for a moment, considering her next move carefully. Then, an idea sparked in her mind, and a soft smile spread across her face. She hadn't had the chance to share her newfound transformation with Tim yet, and she knew that running often helped clear his mind.

"Why don't we go for a run?" Lucy suggested gently, her voice laced with warmth and encouragement.

“You sure? It’s quite cold tonight.” He said.

“I think I will be fine.” She smiled.

“Still, I’d hate for you to be cold, running as fast as I do could make your human arms turn to ice,”

“Who said I was gonna be in this form?” She smiled, and Tim looked at her questionably.

“You wanna transform again? What about the pain?” He asked, suddenly concerned.

“Well if you had let me finish earlier you would know Angela and Nyla helped me.” She explained she saw a pang of guilt flash on his face but it was gone as quick as it came. “Please Tim, I wanna run with my soul mate.”

With a mixture of hesitation and longing, Tim agreed. He didn't want to see Lucy in pain again, and Vanessa's unsettling words still echoed through his mind. However, there was also a part of him that yearned to witness her transformation again, to witness her embrace this new aspect of herself. It was a primal urge, a desire to see her surrender to this side of her that had brought them closer together.

Softly nodding his head, Tim responded, "I'd love to run with you." His voice carried a subtle warmth, a glimmer of anticipation mingled with uncertainty.
Silently, Lucy reached for Tim's hand, her touch comforting and reassuring as she led him outside into the cool night air. It was a role reversal from their usual dynamic, with Tim allowing himself to be guided by her. They walked together to the edge of the woods before Tim turned to face her.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his hands lightly tracing her hips as he leaned in close to whisper into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Lucy turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a newfound confidence, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

"Are you afraid you can't handle me?" she countered playfully. Tim chuckled deeply, the sound rich and warm in the night air.

"Believe me, Lucy, there is nothing about you I can't handle," he assured her with a hint of amusement. Stepping back, he gestured toward the woods. "After you," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes.

With a smirk, Lucy wasted no time, her transformation into her wolf form swift and graceful. Her brown fur shimmered in the moonlight, her bright yellow eyes gleaming with vitality. Tim watched on with a mixture of pride and amazement, his heart swelling with affection for this remarkable woman beside him.

With a sense of determination, Tim followed suit, allowing the transformation to wash over him. His deep blonde fur, with hints of darkness, shimmered in the moonlight, contrasting against the dark backdrop of the night. Even in this form, he towered over Lucy, his presence commanding yet comforting.

As Lucy walked up to him, Tim felt a surge of affection, their bond transcending the boundaries of human and wolf. She carefully butted her head into his, and Tim mirrored the movement, their connection palpable even in their animal forms. For a moment, they nuzzled into each other, sharing a silent understanding and comfort.

Then, with a sudden burst of energy, Lucy stepped back and let out a powerful howl that resonated through the night air, causing Tim's heart to race with anticipation. Before he could respond with a howl of his own, Lucy was already taking off into the woods, her form disappearing into the darkness.

It took a moment for Tim to regain his composure, but once he did, he set off after her, the thrill of the chase igniting his senses and propelling him forward into the unknown depths of the forest.

As Tim caught up to Lucy, a surge of exhilaration coursed through him. With a playful energy, he leaped over her, hoping to impress her with his agility. He couldn't help but notice a glimmer of amusement in Lucy's eyes as they continued to run side by side.

In perfect harmony, they navigated through the dense forest, their movements synchronized as if they were part of a choreographed dance. Where Lucy ducked under branches, Tim gracefully leaped over them, their movements fluid and effortless. Together, they hurdled over fallen logs and bounded off rocks, their synchronized strides propelling them forward with a sense of freedom and joy.

In the midst of their exhilarating run, Tim felt a sense of euphoria wash over him. With only the moonlight illuminating their path, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own magical realm. It was a moment of pure perfection and beauty, and Tim couldn't imagine being anywhere else but by Lucy's side.

As they ran for what felt like endless hours, Tim and Lucy eventually reached the edge of a cliff overlooking a breathtaking valley. Tim slowed down first, and Lucy, nearly colliding with him, relied on Tim's strength to keep them both steady. Breathing heavily from their exhilarating run, Lucy transformed back into her human form, her laughter filling the air. Tim, still in his wolf form, watched her with quiet admiration as she laughed into the vast expanse of the sky.

With a wide grin, Lucy turned to Tim, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Feel better?" she asked between laughs.

Tim shifted back into his human form before responding, his expression softening. "I always feel better around you," he admitted sincerely, his gaze locked with hers. “You’ve gotten good at that transformation,”

“Angela and Nyla were very helpful,” She admits, and Tim doesn’t answer or acknowledge the other women.

“I like seeing you like that,” He admits.

“Like what?” She asks.

“Happy.” He shrugs. “It makes me happy.” Lucy can’t help but smile at that. “Can you turn back please?”

Lucy contemplated Tim's words for a moment, a soft furrow forming between her brows as she considered the depth of his admission. Transforming back into her human form, she settled herself onto the ground, feeling the cool earth beneath her palms. Tim observed her with a mix of emotions churning inside him.

He couldn't deny the swell of pride at seeing Lucy find peace with her transformation, a sense of relief washing over him that she was no longer plagued by the fear and pain of her previous experiences. Yet, beneath that, lingered a hint of regret and longing. He couldn't shake the feeling that he should have been the one guiding her through this journey, providing the unwavering support and reassurance that only a soulmate could offer.

As her partner, he wanted to be the sole pillar of strength she leaned on, the one she turned to in times of uncertainty and fear. But now, seeing her find solace with others, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, a twinge of selfishness creeping into his thoughts. He wanted to be the one she relied on, the one she trusted implicitly.

However, he knew deep down that he couldn't expect her to navigate this journey alone, nor could he begrudge her finding comfort and support in the arms of others. And as much as he longed to be her sole source of guidance, he understood that her healing journey was not his to control.

With a sigh, Tim resolved to confront the unresolved issues with Lucy's mother, knowing that until they were resolved, he couldn't fully be there for Lucy in the way he wanted to be. Until then, he would continue to support her from the sidelines, offering his unwavering love and encouragement as she navigated the complexities of her transformation and her relationship with her mother.

With a heavy sigh, Tim allowed himself to surrender to the familiar sensation of transformation, the shift from human to wolf bringing a sense of comfort and familiarity. As his fur melded with the cool night air, he moved closer to Lucy, enfolding her in the protective embrace of his lupine form.

With each movement, he could feel her warmth seeping into him, their bodies fitting together seamlessly as if they were made for each other. Lucy leaned into him, her silent acceptance a balm to the tumultuous thoughts swirling in his mind. He couldn't deny the overwhelming sense of contentment that washed over him, knowing that in this moment, they were united in body and spirit.

As they lay together, Tim felt a surge of determination coursing through him. He knew that if he wanted any chance of a future with Lucy, he needed to confront the demons of her past, to unravel the mysteries that had haunted her for so long. And at the heart of it all was her birth father, the enigmatic figure whose absence had cast a shadow over her life.

With Lucy nestled against him, her breathing steady and rhythmic, Tim made a silent vow to himself. He would stop at nothing to uncover the truth, to unearth the secrets that lay buried in her past. For Lucy's sake, and for their future together, he would confront the darkness that threatened to tear them apart and emerge stronger, united in their quest for understanding and redemption.

|~| IN THE DEEP WOODS |~|

Vanessa moved with deliberate grace, her every step a testament to the years of resilience and determination that had shaped her. Despite the weight of countless eyes bearing down on her, she held her head high, her chin tilted defiantly upwards as she traversed the familiar paths of her old village.

Around her, the low murmur of voices swirled like a tempest, the disapproving glares and muttered snarls a constant reminder of the precarious position she occupied in the pack hierarchy. But Vanessa paid them no mind, her focus fixed on the figure leaning casually against a gnarled oak tree.

"Vanessa," the man greeted her, his voice a smooth baritone that sent a shiver down her spine. She met his gaze with a steely resolve, refusing to be cowed by the intensity of his stare. Despite the casual demeanor he projected, she knew better than to underestimate him.

"Patrick," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of wariness. She could sense the tension thrumming in the air between them, a silent acknowledgment of the tangled web of alliances and betrayals that bound them together.

For a moment, they stood locked in a silent standoff, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. Then, with a subtle nod, Patrick pushed himself away from the tree, his movements fluid and deliberate.

"We need to talk," he said, his tone brooking no argument. Vanessa squared her shoulders, her jaw set in a determined line as she prepared herself for whatever revelations awaited her. Whatever Patrick had to say, would not be good.

“I thought we had an agreement,” Vanessa spoke first.

“We did.” he acknowledged.

“You were supposed to stay away,” Vanessa hisses. “Instead I find out that you are out here killing men from my village. You were supposed to stay away from me.”

“You are mistaken,” He said, taking a step closer to her. “Our agreement was only ever for you to leave, my dear. You never spoke of our daughter.”

“My daughter.” Vanessa corrected. “She’s not yours.”

“No thanks to you.” Patrick snarled. “That girl has my blood coursing through her blood and you never thought to tell me?” He asks, or rather accuses. “Image my surprise when I heard about Bradford finding his soulmate. I was curious about the new Luna. I smelt her blood on those men. My blood.”

“She’s not yours.” Vanessa reminded.
“You took her away from me,” Patrick said.

“I did it to protect her,” Vanessa claimed, and Patrick felt the urge to laugh.

“All you’ve done is put her in danger. She’s gonna want her.” Patrick said, and suddenly Vanessa was frozen. “You and I both know who I am talking about.”

“She has her soulmate now,” Vanessa said. “Bradford won’t let anyone touch her. Especially not her.” She didn’t dare speak that cruel woman’s name.

“He already has,” Patrick growled. “She has no training, and now she’s vulnerable. You just killed her.” Patrick stepped closer, bending slightly to whisper into Vanessa’s ear. “You had your chance to protect her, it’s my turn now. Now better run my dear before that husband of yours starts to worry.”

Vanessa felt a pang of reluctance as she tore her gaze away from Patrick. A new sense of foreboding settled like a heavyweight in the pit of her stomach, the familiar pang of fear stirring within her.

A war was coming, of that much she was certain, and it would not be pretty.

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Tim woke to the soft weight of Lucy's head resting on his chest, her warmth enveloping him in a comforting embrace. A tender smile curved his lips as he gently ran his fingers through her tousled morning hair, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breathing against him. She emitted a soft groan, nuzzling closer to him, reluctant to fully emerge from the depths of her slumber.

They had spent the previous night out for a run, losing themselves in the exhilarating freedom of their wolf forms before returning home, exhausted and content. Lucy had collapsed into bed almost immediately upon their return, and Tim had gladly followed suit, reveling in the warmth of her presence beside him.

As Tim leaned down to press a soft kiss to Lucy's head, the tranquil moment was shattered by the abrupt pounding on the door. His brows furrowed in confusion as Zoe's urgent voice pierced through the early morning silence, demanding entrance.

With a sigh, Tim reluctantly extricated himself from Lucy's embrace, his heart heavy with the sudden intrusion on their peaceful moment together. Lucy stirred beside him, her sleepy gaze meeting his as he moved towards the door.

As Tim reached for the handle, Lucy sat up fully, her expression mirroring his confusion and concern. They shared a brief, wordless exchange before Tim turned the handle, bracing himself for whatever awaited them on the other side of the door.

As Tim swung the door open, the urgency in Zoe's eyes was impossible to miss. Before he could even utter a word of greeting, she launched into an explanation, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Aaron and I were followed!" Zoe's voice was tense, her tone laced with apprehension. Tim's initial confusion morphed swiftly into anger at the revelation. "By who?" he demanded, his voice a low growl as he struggled to contain his rising fury.

Zoe wasted no time in recounting their encounter, describing how they had been tailing Vanessa into the depths of the woods, only to stumble upon a clandestine meeting with another pack. Lucy, now fully alert, felt a chill run down her spine as Zoe's words sank in.

Interrupting the tense exchange, Lucy voiced her own concerns, her voice tinged with frustration. "Why were you following my mother?" she pressed, but Tim's focus remained squarely on Zoe, his expression stern and uncompromising.

Ignoring Lucy's question, Tim shot Zoe a pointed look, silently conveying his displeasure at her actions. "I'll be right out there. Are they here?" he demanded, his voice brooking no argument. Zoe shook her head, confirming that the other pack had not yet arrived but was expected imminently.

Sensing the tension in the air, Lucy's frustration mounted as her questions continued to go unanswered. "Why were you following my mother?" she reiterated, her tone sharp with indignation.

But Tim's attention was already elsewhere, his gaze flickering briefly to Lucy before refocusing on Zoe. "Get everyone prepared. There's no telling what they plan to do," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. Zoe nodded briskly, pivoting on her heel to rally the pack into action.

As the urgency of the situation unfolded, Tim turned back to Lucy, his expression softening slightly as he met her gaze. "I have to get you safe," he murmured, a note of protectiveness underlying his words. Lucy watched as Tim hurriedly prepared to face the looming threat, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.

As Zoe dashed off to carry out Tim's orders, Lucy watched her go with a sense of unease gnawing at her insides. Before she could voice her mounting concerns, Tim was already by her side, his movements swift and purposeful as he began to gather clothes for her.

Lucy's brows furrowed in frustration, her patience wearing thin. "Answer my question, Tim," she demanded, her voice edged with a hint of exasperation. But her inquiries were met with a wall of silence as Tim continued his preparations without so much as a glance in her direction.

Frustration simmered beneath Lucy's surface as she stood her ground, refusing to budge until she got the answers she sought. "You're going to stay with Angela," Tim stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument as he thrust the clothes into her hands. "She'll protect you."

Lucy's resistance only grew stronger, her determination flaring as she dug her heels in. "Protect me from what?" she pressed, her voice tinged with urgency. But Tim's response was swift and dismissive, his focus already shifting away from her inquiries.

"It doesn't matter," he asserted, his words clipped and final. "It's not something you need to concern yourself with." Lucy's frustration boiled over, her anger mounting as she refused to accept Tim's evasive answers.

"Like hell it isn't!" she retorted, her voice laced with a fierce determination that caught Tim off guard. But his resolve remained unshaken as he stood his ground, refusing to yield to Lucy's demands.

With a deepening sense of frustration, Lucy refused to back down, her determination unyielding in the face of Tim's stoic demeanor. "Why did you have Zoe following my mother?" she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion.

Once again, her questions were met with silence, leaving Lucy seething with frustration and confusion. "Not everything I do requires your knowledge," Tim stated bluntly, his voice tinged with irritation. "Now do as you're asked, Lucy, so I can protect my pack."

His words hung in the air, leaving Lucy stunned into silence as she watched Tim stride away without a backward glance. Left standing alone, a wave of hurt and betrayal washed over her, the sting of Tim's dismissive tone lingering in her ears.

Forced to swallow her pride, Lucy reluctantly complied with Tim's orders, but as she rejoined him outside the cabin, there was a noticeable distance in her gaze, a silent reproach simmering beneath the surface of her outward compliance.

As Tim and Lucy made their way to Angela's cabin, the air between them was heavy with unspoken tension, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions. Tim's hand clenched tightly at his side, his jaw set in a hard line as he all but pounded on Angela's door.

Wesley's confused expression greeted them as he opened the door, but Tim wasted no time with pleasantries. "Where's Angela?" he demanded, his tone sharp and impatient. Wesley's frown deepened at Tim's brusque manner, but before he could respond, Angela's gentle touch on his shoulder pulled his attention away.

With a reassuring smile, Angela stepped forward, her presence a calming influence in the midst of the mounting tension. "It's okay, I got this," she whispered to Wesley, who cast a silent glance of concern her way before stepping aside to let her take charge.

Turning her attention to Tim and Lucy, Angela attempted to diffuse the tension with a lighthearted joke. "Are you here for couples therapy?" she quipped, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. But Tim's grim expression remained unchanged as he cut straight to the point.

"I need you to watch Lucy," he stated bluntly, his tone brooking no argument. Lucy bristled at being treated like a child, her indignation evident in her sharp retort. But Tim ignored her protests.

“What’s going on Tim?” Angela's brow furrowed in concern as she pressed for more information, but Tim's response was terse and evasive, leaving her with more questions than answers. Sensing the tension building between them, Angela reluctantly stepped aside, offering her home as a temporary sanctuary for Lucy.

As Tim prepared to leave, Lucy attempted to push past him, but he gently caught her wrist, his touch firm yet gentle. "I will explain everything to you afterward," he promised softly, his gaze locking with hers. "But for now, I need you to listen to Angela."

Lucy's expression softened slightly at his words, a flicker of concern in her eyes as she watched him lean down to place a tender kiss on her forehead before turning away. Left standing in the doorway, both Lucy and Angela watched in silence as Tim disappeared into the night, leaving a lingering sense of uncertainty in his wake.

|~| TIM |~|

As Tim stood at the edge of the village, his pack surrounding him, the sudden appearance of unfamiliar wolves at the edge of the woods sent a ripple of tension through the air. These new arrivals seemed strangely calm, almost rehearsed in their movements as they approached and settled at the forest's edge, their gaze fixed on Tim and his pack.

Among them stood a wolf who appeared to be the alpha, his resemblance to Lucy strikingly uncanny. Tim couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as he observed the similarities between them. When the alpha transformed into his human form, Tim noted his muscular build and average height, his brown hair reminiscent of Lucy's.

However, it was the differences that caught Tim's attention the most, particularly the weariness in the alpha's eyes, a stark contrast to Lucy's vibrant gaze. This man bore the weight of experience, his presence commanding respect as he addressed Tim with a firm voice.

"Tim Bradford," he began, his tone carrying authority. "It's about time I meet the man who has all but stolen my daughter."

Tim resisted the urge to scoff at the accusation, maintaining his composure as he replied, "Can't steal something that was never yours to begin with."

The alpha merely shrugged in response, his demeanor seemingly relaxed despite the tension in the air. "Perhaps not," he conceded. "But I guess you have about the same logic as her mother."

The mention of Lucy's mother piqued Tim's interest, but he kept his expression neutral as the alpha continued to speak. "I must say, I was quite impressed that I found you people in my area. No one's ever gotten that close before."

Tim couldn't afford to underestimate this man, especially considering the potential threat he posed to Lucy and the pack. Everything this man did was calculated and unexpected.

As the man took a step closer to Tim, Nyla instinctively went on high alert, her senses sharp and ready for any sign of danger. With Angela's absence in the pack, Nyla had taken it upon herself to step up, a responsibility bestowed upon her at Angela's request. Of course, Tim remained unaware of Angela's directive.

"My name is Patrick," the man declared, his voice carrying an air of authority. "But I assume you know who I am considering you were tracking Vanessa."

Tim shrugged nonchalantly, masking his surprise at the mention of Patrick's name. In truth, Tim had never heard of Patrick before, but he was well aware of the reputation of his pack – a group known for their disregard of rules, taking what they desired without hesitation.

"Only by reputation," Tim replied evenly, careful to keep his emotions in check. He couldn't afford to show any weakness in front of Patrick.

Patrick's gaze bore into Tim's, his eyes piercing as he spoke. "I've heard about you," he said, his tone implying a deeper understanding. "I used to know your father."

Tim felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention of his father. Memories and emotions stirred within him, reminding him of a past he had long tried to forget. He held Patrick's gaze, his expression guarded as he waited for Patrick to continue.

Patrick scrutinized Tim with a calculating gaze, assessing him as if measuring his worth against that of his father's legacy. "If you are half the man he was, I am sure we can have our conflict handled in no time," Patrick remarked, his tone laced with both challenge and curiosity.

Straightening his posture, Tim met Patrick's gaze head-on. "What is it that you want?" Tim inquired, his voice steady despite the tension that hung in the air.

A soft yet deceptive smile crept onto Patrick's face. "I want my daughter," he stated plainly, his words carrying a weight that echoed through the clearing.

Tim shook his head, a faintly amused expression flickering across his features. "Not gonna happen," he declared firmly, his resolve unwavering.

Patrick's smile faltered slightly, replaced by a hint of warning. "You don't want to deny me this request, Bradford," he cautioned, gesturing toward the formidable men standing behind him. "My men have never lost a battle, and I'd hate to tear your people apart just to get my daughter. Wouldn't exactly lead to the best first meeting."

Tim narrowed his eyes, his jaw set in determination. "You aren't gonna touch her," he growled, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. "She's exactly where she needs to be."

Patrick let out a deep, rumbling laugh at Tim's words, a sound that sent a chill down Tim's spine. "Where she needs to be? Please," Patrick scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You've only put her in danger."

"In danger?" Tim retorted, his voice tinged with disbelief. "From where I'm standing, the only one threatening her safety is you."

Patrick regarded Tim with a penetrating gaze, slowly turning around to survey their surroundings. "Do you understand how easy it was for me to find you?" he remarked, his voice low and ominous. "How easy it was for me to find her?"

Tim scoffed, a bitter edge to his tone. "Easy?" he echoed incredulously. "It took you her entire life to find her. You didn't even know about her until I found her. I doubt any of your enemies can take her from me."

As the silence settled between them, a palpable tension hung in the air, thick with unspoken words and unyielding resolve. Tim stood his ground, unwavering in his determination to protect Lucy from any harm, even if it meant facing off against her purported father. Patrick, on the other hand, exuded a sense of calm confidence, his demeanor betraying little of the turmoil that raged beneath the surface.

After a moment or two, Patrick broke the silence with a solemn utterance. "Rosalind Dyer," he began, his voice carrying a weight of significance. "Do you know that name?"

Tim's brows furrowed in response, his mind racing to recall where he had heard that name before. Rosalind Dyer—a notorious figure known for her ruthless and bloodthirsty nature. "Everyone knows Rosalind," Tim replied, his tone tinged with a mix of disdain and apprehension.

Patrick's lips quirked into a faint smile at Tim's response, seemingly unaffected by his contemptuous tone. "Yes, well, I made a deal with her long ago," he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of remorse.

Tim couldn't help but scoff at the notion. "Who could possibly be stupid enough to make a deal with the devil?" he retorted, his skepticism evident in his words.

To Tim's surprise, Patrick remained unfazed by his derisive remark, his expression betraying no hint of offense. "I needed to protect my soulmate," Patrick continued, his gaze steady as he met Tim's eyes.

As Patrick delved into the intricacies of his past, Tim listened intently, his curiosity piqued despite his initial skepticism. Patrick revealed the tangled web of his relationship with Vanessa, detailing how her desire for humanity had led to a fateful decision that would forever alter their lives.

“She wanted to be a human, but she also couldn’t do that without ending her bond with me.” Patrick said.

“That’s impossible to do unless,” Tim let his voice fade off.

"Rosalind had agreed to kill me, per my soulmate's request," Patrick explained, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "However, once I found out, I couldn't just sit back and let that happen."

Tim's expression softened slightly as he listened to Patrick's tale, sensing the depth of his anguish and regret. Despite their differences, there was a shared understanding of the lengths one would go to protect the ones they loved.

"So I made a deal with her," Patrick continued, his voice heavy with shame. "That if the day came, she could have my future children...as payment." Tim's features contorted in a mixture of shock and disbelief,

Tim felt the tumult of conflicting emotions swirling within him, torn between empathy for Patrick's plight and indignation at his actions. On one hand, the betrayal inflicted by Vanessa struck a chord deep within Tim's soul, a betrayal that cut to the core of trust and loyalty. The idea of being betrayed by one's own soulmate was a wound too deep to comprehend fully.

Yet, on the other hand, Tim couldn't reconcile Patrick's willingness to sacrifice his children's lives for his own desires, no matter the circumstances. The notion of forsaking one's own offspring, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds, left a bitter taste in Tim's mouth—a testament to the complexity of the human heart and the sacrifices it was capable of making.

"Now that I know of my daughter, I am going to protect her," Patrick declared, his resolve firm despite the maelstrom of emotions raging within him. Tim’s anger simmered beneath the surface, a fiery determination to shield Lucy from any harm that dared to threaten her.

“I am protecting her just fine,” Tim growled, not willing to back down and let this man take his soulmate.

Patrick's laughter cut through the tense air like a blade, devoid of mirth or warmth. His words dripped with disdain, mocking Tim's attempts at protection. "She was already hurt under your so-called protection, by a human nonetheless," Patrick taunted, his voice laden with scorn.

Tim's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his grip. He took a step back, his eyes narrowing in defiance as Patrick closed the distance between them.

"You will only end up getting her killed," Patrick growled, his tone laced with menace. "Now step away like a good boy, and give me my daughter."

Tim's jaw tightened at the demand, his resolve hardening into steel. "Not going to happen," he shot back, his voice low and unwavering.

A malevolent smirk twisted across Patrick's face as he shifted back into his wolf form, his pack assuming their positions with lethal precision. Tim braced himself for the inevitable confrontation. For Lucy's sake, he was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant standing against her own flesh and blood.

|~| LUCY |~|

Angela held firm, her gaze steady despite the urgency in Lucy's eyes. "I understand, but Tim wouldn't want you to put yourself in danger," she reasoned, her voice calm yet resolute. Lucy's heart pounded in her chest, torn between her instinct to rush to Tim's aid and Angela's unwavering insistence on her safety.

"But I have to help him," Lucy insisted, her voice tinged with desperation. "He's out there facing this alone."

Angela's expression softened, a flicker of understanding crossing her features. "I know you want to help, Lucy. But sometimes the best way to support someone is by staying safe and letting others handle the situation."

Lucy's shoulders slumped with resignation, her resolve waning in the face of Angela's logic. She knew deep down that Angela was right, but the thought of sitting idly by while Tim faced danger gnawed at her.

"Trust me, Lucy," Angela said gently, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Tim will handle it, and we'll be here to support him when he returns."

Angela's heart sank at Lucy's words, her expression a mix of understanding and concern. She had always admired Lucy's determination and fierce loyalty, traits that often mirrored her own when it came to Wesley. But as the Beta of the pack, Angela knew she had a responsibility to uphold, even if it meant making difficult decisions for the greater good.

"Lucy, I understand how you feel," Angela began, her voice soft but firm. "But your safety is paramount, not just for you, but for the entire pack. If something were to happen to you, it would devastate Tim, and it would weaken us all."

Lucy's gaze faltered for a moment, torn between her desire to help Tim and the weight of Angela's words. She knew Angela was right, but the thought of staying behind while Tim faced danger alone gnawed at her.

"I know you're worried about Tim, but rushing into a potentially dangerous situation won't help anyone," Angela continued, her tone gentle yet persuasive. "We need to trust Tim to handle this, and focus on supporting him from here."

"I understand, Angela," Lucy replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "But I can't just sit back and do nothing while Tim's in trouble. What if it were Wesley out there? What if your soulmate was the one in danger?"

Angela sighed, her expression softening. "Lucy, it's different," she said, her voice filled with empathy. "Being the Luna means your safety is a top priority next to Tim's. I can't let you jeopardize that."

Lucy's resolve wavered, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She wanted to be by Tim's side, to offer him whatever support she could muster. But she also knew that Angela was speaking from a place of experience and wisdom and that her duty to the pack couldn't be ignored.

"I know you're just trying to protect me, Angela," Lucy said, her voice tinged with resignation. "But I can't ignore the feeling that I need to be there for Tim."

Angela nodded, her expression filled with understanding. "I know, Lucy," she said softly. "But sometimes, the best way to help someone is by trusting them to handle things on their own."

Taking a deep breath, Lucy met Angela's gaze with a mix of determination and regret. "I can’t stay,” She said. “So either you come and help me, or you stay here, either way, I am going out there.”

Angela watched Lucy with a mixture of resignation and concern, knowing deep down that there was no changing her mind once she had made it up. As much as she wanted to protect Lucy from the dangers that lay ahead, she also understood the fierce loyalty and determination that drove her.

With a soft nod, Angela conceded defeat, silently steeling herself for the inevitable consequences of Lucy's decision. "After you then," she said, her voice tinged with a sense of resignation. She knew that facing Tim's wrath would be no easy task, but she was prepared to stand by Lucy's side, come what may.

As they headed towards the door together, Angela couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that their actions would have consequences, but for now, all she could do was brace herself for the storm that was sure to follow.

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Tim found himself locked in a fierce battle with Patrick, his adversary proving to be an experienced and formidable opponent. Every move Tim made seemed to be anticipated by Patrick, who moved with the speed and agility of a seasoned fighter. It was as if Patrick could predict Tim's every move before he even made it, leaving Tim constantly on the defensive.

Patrick, especially in his wolf form, was a force to be reckoned with—fast, cunning, and utterly unpredictable. He targeted Tim's weak points with precision, exploiting vulnerabilities that Tim hadn't even been aware of. With each blow, Tim felt the weight of his exhaustion bearing down on him, his energy draining with every passing moment.

Bruised and bloodied, Tim fought on, his determination matched only by Patrick's unwavering resolve. Despite his growing weariness, Tim refused to back down, his gaze locked with Patrick's dark and unyielding eyes.

“see the truth in my words," Patrick sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he shifted back into his human form, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "You are no match for me, Tim Bradford. Your pack is falling apart around you, and soon, my daughter will be were she belongs."

Tim gritted his teeth, his muscles aching from the intensity of the battle. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on him, he refused to let Patrick's taunts break his resolve. "You underestimate us, Patrick," Tim growled, his voice edged with defiance. "We may be battered, but we will never be defeated. And Lucy go with you."

Patrick's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a sinister gleam. "We'll see about that," he replied, his tone laced with arrogance.

As Patrick charged forward with the speed and ferocity of a raging storm, his muscles rippling with power, he seemed to blur into a blur of motion. In the blink of an eye, his form twisted and contorted, shifting back into the sleek, predatory shape of a wolf mid-stride. With a menacing growl, he launched himself at Tim, his massive frame crashing into the younger man with bone-jarring force.

Tim was caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, his reflexes dulled by exhaustion and pain. As Patrick's claws raked across his face, slicing through flesh like hot knives, Tim gritted his teeth against the searing agony. Blood welled up from the gashes, obscuring his vision and stinging his eyes with a fiery intensity.

Summoning every ounce of strength and resolve, Tim fought back with a primal desperation. Ignoring the pain lancing through his body, he lunged forward, sinking his teeth into Patrick's front leg with a savage snarl. The other man yelped in pain, his growls turning into pained whimpers as Tim's jaws clamped down with relentless force.

But Patrick was not one to be easily subdued. With a feral snarl of his own, he retaliated with a savage swipe of his claws, gouging deep furrows into Tim's chest. Agony lanced through Tim's body like white-hot needles, and he cried out in agony, his muscles seizing up with shock.

As Patrick loomed over him, his breath coming in ragged gasps, Tim felt a surge of despair wash over him. He was battered and broken, his body a canvas of pain and blood. And yet, even in the face of overwhelming odds, he refused to surrender.

But just as Patrick raised his claws for the final, fatal blow, a sudden force slammed into him from the side, knocking him off balance. With a startled yelp, he tumbled to the ground, his body crashing against the forest floor with a dull thud.

Tim's vision swam with dizziness as he struggled to rise to his feet, his limbs trembling with exhaustion. Through the haze of pain, he saw Lucy's wolf form nearly tackling Patrick, her eyes blazing with determination.

As Patrick struggled to regain his footing, his eyes widened in surprise as Lucy's wolf form loomed over him, her yellow eyes blazing with fury. Her fur bristled with tension, every muscle coiled with determination. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation.

With a low growl rumbling in her chest, Lucy circled Patrick warily, her movements fluid and graceful. She kept her gaze locked on him, her senses alert for any sudden movements. Patrick, on the other hand, seemed to exude confidence, his posture radiating arrogance as he awaited Lucy's next move.

Suddenly, with a primal snarl, Patrick lunged forward, his jaws snapping menacingly. Lucy reacted with lightning speed, her instincts honed by years of survival in the wild. She twisted out of Patrick's path, narrowly avoiding his snapping jaws.

As Patrick recoiled from his failed attack, Lucy seized the opportunity to strike. With a swift movement, she lunged forward, her teeth bared in a silent warning. Patrick attempted to evade her, but Lucy's razor-sharp teeth grazed his flank, drawing blood.

Enraged, Patrick retaliated with a ferocious swipe of his paw, his claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. Lucy felt the impact reverberate through her body, but she refused to yield. Ignoring the pain, she pressed forward, her determination unwavering.

The forest echoed with the sounds of their battle: the clash of teeth and claws, the snarls of aggression, the rustle of leaves underfoot. Each movement was executed with precision and power, as both wolves fought with a primal intensity.

Despite her injuries, Lucy fought with a tenacity born of love and loyalty. She knew that the safety of her pack depended on her ability to stand her ground against Patrick's relentless assault. With every ounce of strength she possessed, she vowed to protect Tim and her fellow wolves at all costs.

Meanwhile, Tim struggled to regain his strength, his vision blurred from the blood trickling into his eyes.

With a growl of frustration, Patrick finally managed to put a bit of distance between himself and Lucy, his chest heaving with exertion. The air crackled with tension, filled with the sound of their ragged breaths mingling with the rustle of leaves in the forest.

Transforming back into his human form, Patrick stood before Lucy, his imposing figure cutting a stark silhouette against the moonlit sky. It surprised Lucy the way Patrick looked at her, his gaze filled with a strange mixture of pride and admiration. Despite their current battle, there was a hint of paternal affection in his eyes that caught her off guard.

"You are beautiful, my dear," Patrick said, his voice tinged with pride as he spoke. "You are a skillful fighter, despite your lack of training. You will do well in my pack."

Lucy's brows furrowed in confusion as she processed Patrick's words. His sudden shift in demeanor left her feeling unsettled, unsure of how to respond. She hadn’t known what to expect in regard of this man, all she knew was her mate was being attacked, and she needed to help him. She had no clue who this man was. She carefully transformed back and moved in a way that obstructed his view of Tim.

Lucy's voice was low and troubled as she spoke, her words laced with a hint of defiance. "I am not going anywhere with you," she almost bit out, her gaze flickering between Patrick and Tim, who lay battered and barely conscious on the ground.

But Patrick seemed unfazed by her resistance, his attention fixed on Lucy with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. His voice, once filled with pride and confidence, softened to a gentle murmur as he spoke. "You are my dear, my sunshine," he said, his words carrying an unsettling tenderness that left Lucy feeling unsettled. “The complete opposite of your mother.”

His sudden change in demeanor caught her off guard, leaving her feeling even more uncertain about the situation. As she struggled to make sense of Patrick's words, her mind raced with questions.

Lucy looked at Patrick, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "How do you know my mother?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Patrick met her gaze with a steady, unwavering stare. "Because I am your father," he said simply, his tone heavy with significance. For a moment, Lucy could only stare at him in stunned silence, her mind reeling with the implications of his words. “Your mother was my soulmate.”

As Lucy tried to process Patrick's words, her mind felt like it was racing a mile a minute. She had long known that she hadn't known her birth father, but she never would have imagined that their meeting would happen under such dire circumstances, with him nearly killing her soulmate. The shock and horror of the situation left her feeling overwhelmed.

Her eyes met Patrick's with a mixture of disbelief and horror. "You claim to be my father, yet you are hurting my soulmate," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Patrick shook his head at her words, his expression softening slightly. "He has built up the idea of soulmates, my sun," he said softly, his tone almost soothing. "He has deceived you. Soulmates are nothing more than a distraction from your true purpose."

Lucy felt a surge of anger rises within her at his words. "You're wrong," she insisted, her voice choked with tears. "Tim wants what's best for me."

But Patrick's response was nothing short of chilling. A wicked smile played on his lips as he leaned in closer to her. "If he wanted what's best for you, tell me, my sunshine, why didn't he tell you about me?" he asked, his words hanging heavy in the air. Lucy felt a knot form in her stomach at his question, realizing that she didn't have an answer. If Patrick hadn't come, would she have ever been told about him? It was a question that she couldn't shake, leaving her feeling even more conflicted and uncertain about her own past.
As the sounds of battle slowly faded into the background, a new figure emerged from the chaos. A large, deep-colored wolf, his fur matted with cuts and scratches, approached them with purpose. In his jaws, he carried a smaller, more delicate wolf, who appeared almost like a pup compared to his imposing figure. Lucy's muscles tensed as she recognized the unconscious form of Tamara, her voice barely above a whisper, “Tamara,”

The larger wolf dropped Tamara's limp body to the ground in front of them, his eyes dark and ominous as he spoke. "See what damage he has caused? And for what? You?" His voice was filled with malice, accusing Tim of being the cause of the chaos. "Because he wants to control how you see the world? Well, my dear, this is the world! It's a cold and dark place, and your soulmate is causing unnecessary damage."

Lucy felt a surge of anger rises within her at his words, but she was frozen in place, unable to move as she watched the scene unfold before her. The larger wolf bent down to inspect Tamara's prone form, his voice dripping with disdain. "I thought when I kicked this one the first time she'd be dead," he mused darkly. "I can't say I won't enjoy finishing the job."

As if a switch had been flipped inside her, Lucy felt something snap within her. The need to protect Tamara, to prevent any further harm from befalling her, surged through her like a tidal wave, drowning out all other thoughts and emotions. Without a second thought, she launched herself at Patrick with a ferocity she hadn't known she possessed, her wolf form a blur of motion as she collided with him, sending them both tumbling to the ground once again.

In a flurry of claws and teeth, Lucy attacked Patrick with a speed and precision that caught him off guard. He barely had time to react before her razor-sharp fangs sank into his flesh, eliciting a pained growl from the man. Quickly, he transformed back into his wolf form, determined not to let Lucy gain the upper hand.

The two adversaries exchanged brutal blows, each one fueled by a mix of pride, anger, and desperation. Lucy felt the sting of Patrick's claws tearing into her fur, the warm trickle of blood seeping from her wounds. Despite her exhaustion, she fought on, unwilling to back down in the face of her opponent's relentless assault.

Sensing Lucy's waning strength, Patrick seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand. With a swift maneuver, he dodged her next bite and used her momentum against her, hurling her to the ground with a force that knocked the wind out of her. Growling menacingly, he loomed over her prone form, commanding her to stay down.

Lucy struggled to keep her eyes open as she lay on the ground, her body aching and battered. Through a haze of pain and fatigue, she looked up at Patrick, now standing in his human form, his gaze cold and unforgiving.

Patrick's voice dripped with disdain as he looked down at Lucy, his expression twisted in disgust. "If I had raised you as I should, you wouldn't be this weak," he spat, his tone filled with contempt. "You disappoint me. I wanted to give you a chance to be a true leader, but you are just as weak as your mother."

His words cut through Lucy like a knife, each one a painful reminder of the father-daughter relationship that could have been, but never was. She felt a surge of anger and hurt rise within her, mingling with the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm her senses. How could he speak to her like this, after everything she had endured?

With a weary sigh, Patrick wiped the blood from his eyes, his expression hardening with resolve. "If taking you out means I can end my bloodline with me," he declared, his voice tinged with bitterness, "then so be it."

In that moment, Lucy saw the depth of Patrick's hatred and despair, the twisted logic that fueled his actions. She realized that, for all his talk of power and control, he was a prisoner of his own darkness, consumed by a relentless cycle of pain and resentment.

Despite the pain coursing through her body, Lucy summoned every last ounce of strength within her. She refused to let Patrick's words define her, to let his hatred extinguish the light that still burned within her soul. With a defiant glare, she met his gaze head-on, her voice trembling but resolute.

"You may have given me life," she whispered, her words barely audible due to her exhaustion, "but you don't get to decide my fate. I am not weak, and I will not let you destroy everything I hold dear."

With that, Lucy braced herself for whatever came next, her spirit unbroken even in the face of her father's twisted intentions. But that blow never comes, instead, she sees Patrick's body once again being thrown away from her. She swears she sees a blurry form of Tim and Angela’s wolf form.

As Lucy's consciousness waned, she felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. Despite the chaos and violence surrounding her, there was a fleeting moment of peace, as if the world had faded into the background and all that remained was the gentle touch of oblivion.

She feels the pressure of someone falling beside her. She can’t see them, but their smell is soft and welcoming, like Zoe. Maybe even Nyla. She can’t tell as she lays there.

Her eyelids grew heavy, the weight of exhaustion pulling her deeper into darkness. She could barely make out the flurry of movement around her, the blurred shapes of wolves locked in fierce combat, and the people around her trying to ground her. But it all seemed distant, unreal as if she were watching from a great distance.

A soft warmth enveloped her, a comforting presence that eased the pain and fear that had gripped her moments before. She felt herself sinking into the earth, her body growing heavy with fatigue. It was almost a relief, to let go of the struggle, to surrender to the embrace of oblivion.

After a long time, amid her fading consciousness, Lucy felt a fleeting touch, a gentle caress against her cheek. It was Tim, she knew it instinctively, his touch a soothing balm against the ache of her injuries. She wished she could hold onto that moment forever, to etch it into her memory as the last vestige of light before the darkness consumed her.

Through the haze of her fading senses, Lucy saw Tim's tear-filled eyes gazing down at her, his expression filled with a mixture of anguish and love. She tried to speak, to tell him that it was okay, that she would be alright, but her voice failed her, lost in the silence that surrounded them.

And then, as if from a distance, Lucy felt a faint sting in her arm and stomach, a lingering reminder of the battle that had raged around her. But even the pain seemed distant now, overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of peace that washed over her.

With one last glance at Tim's beloved face, Lucy closed her eyes, surrendering to the darkness that beckoned her. In that moment, she knew that she was not alone, that she was surrounded by love and light even in the depths of despair.

And as the darkness claimed her, Lucy felt a sense of gratitude wash over her, a quiet acceptance of whatever fate awaited her beyond the veil. For if Tim's beautiful blue eyes were the last thing she ever saw, then she would die a happy girl, knowing that, while short-lived, she was loved until the very end.

|~| TIM |~|

As Tim sat by Lucy's side, his gaze drifting between her peaceful face and the world beyond the small cabin, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bitter irony wash over him. Here they were again, caught in the grip of uncertainty and fear, with Lucy lying unconscious and vulnerable while he kept vigil by her side.

His own injuries seemed insignificant compared to the gravity of Lucy's condition. A nasty cut marred his face, but it was nothing compared to the deep worry in his heart. Grace had assured him that the wound would heal, albeit leaving behind a lasting scar, but Tim couldn't care about his appearance. Not when Lucy's life hung in the balance.

It had been two long days since the confrontation with Patrick and his pack, and still, Lucy showed no signs of waking. Tim had hardly left her side, his every waking moment consumed by the overwhelming need to protect her, to ensure that she would wake up safe and sound. But with each passing hour, his hope waned, replaced by a gnawing sense of despair.

Grace had done everything in her power to tend to Lucy's injuries, but even she couldn't say when or if Lucy would regain consciousness. The loss of blood had taken its toll, leaving Lucy trapped in a state of limbo between life and death. And as Tim watched over her, his heart heavy with worry, he couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping away from them.

As Tim remained steadfast by Lucy's side, Angela took it upon herself to check in on him regularly. She knew that he wouldn't leave Lucy's side, not when she needed him most, so she made it her mission to ensure that he was taking care of himself as well.

During one of her visits, Angela approached Tim with a gentle demeanor, bearing dinner in her hands as a small gesture of comfort. "How's she doing?" she asked softly, her concern evident in her voice.

Tim let out a weary sigh, his frustration and worry weighing heavily on him. "The same," he replied, his voice tinged with fatigue. He felt a pang of guilt gnawing at him, knowing that Lucy's condition hadn't improved despite his unwavering presence by her side. "She shouldn't have been out there," Tim muttered, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

Angela tensed at his words, sensing the underlying tension between them. "Are we seriously going to argue right now?" she questioned, her tone firm yet gentle.

Tim looked up at Angela, realizing the implication of his words. He shook his head, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. "I don't mean you bringing her out there," he clarified quickly. "I know better than to think Lucy would do what I ask of her."

Angela softened at his admission, offering him a sympathetic smile. "No, I should have been honest with her from the beginning," Tim confessed, his voice heavy with regret. "Me going to track Vanessa on my own led to this. I should have let that part of her die...but I couldn't do that."

"You did it because you care," Angela reassured him, her voice gentle and understanding. Tim couldn't help but laugh bitterly at her words, the weight of his guilt bearing down on him.

"Yeah, and look where that got her," he muttered, his gaze falling back to Lucy's still form.

As Angela listened to Tim's words, she could sense the weight of guilt and self-blame that burdened him. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, offering him a sense of reassurance in the midst of his turmoil.

"Tim, you can't blame yourself for what happened," Angela said gently, her voice filled with empathy. "You were only trying to protect Lucy, just like you always do. None of us could have predicted what would happen."

Tim let out a frustrated sigh, his brows furrowing as he struggled to come to terms with his feelings. "But I should have been more careful," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I should have known better with everything that was at stake."

Angela shook her head, offering him a reassuring smile. "You did what you thought was best at the moment," she reassured him. "And despite the outcome, Lucy knows that you were only acting out of love and concern for her. That's what matters most. She came to protect you, Tim because she loves you. We didn’t lose anyone in the fight, and we proved once again that our pack is not to be messed with. Everyone in the pack happily followed your lead, and they continue to do so because they trust you. I trust you."

Tim looked up at Angela, gratitude shining in his eyes as her words began to sink in. "Thank you, Angela," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Angela smiled warmly at him, her heart heavy with the weight of their shared sorrow. "We're in this together, Tim," she said, her voice steady and resolute. "We'll get through this, no matter what it takes."

As they sat together in the quiet of Lucy's room, surrounded by the flickering glow of candlelight, they found comfort in each other's presence, knowing that they would face whatever challenges lay ahead as a united front.

|~| TIM |~|

The only time Tim could bring himself to leave Lucy was when he went to see Tamara. He knew Lucy would want him to check up on the younger girl. So he left Zoe with Lucy, and he thinks Zoe appreciates the time with her alone.

Tim found Nyla sitting quietly in a corner of the room, her gaze fixed on Tamara as she slept fitfully on the bed. He approached her with a sense of concern etched into his features, his worry for the young girl evident in his eyes.

"Nyla," Tim began softly, his voice carrying a note of apprehension. "How is she doing?"

Nyla's expression tightened slightly as she turned to face Tim, her own concern mirrored in her eyes. "Physically, she's healing," she replied, her tone measured. "But mentally... it's been a struggle."

Tim nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. He had seen firsthand the toll that the recent events had taken on Tamara, and his heart ached for the young girl who had been caught in the crossfire of their conflict. Tamara hardly talked about her former pack, knowing that she was nearly killed by them, now that couldn’t have been easy.

"I wish there was more we could do for her," Tim admitted, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "She shouldn't have been involved in any of this."

Nyla placed a reassuring hand on Tim's arm, offering him a small but comforting smile. "We're doing everything we can to help her through this," she assured him. "She's strong, Tim. She'll get through it."

Tim returned the smile, grateful for Nyla's unwavering support. "Thank you, Nyla," he said sincerely. "I'll go check on her now."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Tim made his way over to Tamara's bedside, his heart heavy with concern for the young girl who had been caught up in their tumultuous world. As he watched her sleep, he silently vowed to do everything in his power to ensure her recovery, both physically and mentally, no matter what it took.

Tim sat quietly by Tamara's bedside, his gaze fixed on the sleeping girl as he waited for any sign of movement. After what felt like an eternity, Tamara's eyes fluttered open, and she frowned at the sight of Tim.

"Hello to you too," Tim said with a wry smile, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance.

Tamara didn't bother with pleasantries, her concern evident in her expression. "Is Lucy awake?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Tim's smile faded as he shook his head sadly. "No, she isn't," he replied, his tone heavy with disappointment. "Not yet."

Despite the gravity of the situation, Tim's conviction shone through in his words. He believed with all his heart that Lucy would wake up, that she was simply biding her time until she was ready to rejoin them. But for now, all they could do was wait and hope for her recovery.

Tim sat beside Tamara's bed, his expression filled with remorse as he looked at the injured girl. "I'm sorry, Tamara," he began, his voice heavy with guilt. "I never meant for you to get hurt again because of me."

Tamara's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she listened to Tim's words. "It wasn't your fault," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should have been honest with you about my former pack."

Tim shook his head, reaching out to gently brush away a stray tear from Tamara's cheek. "No, Tamara," he insisted, his voice gentle but firm. "You're just a child. It wasn't your fault."

Tamara's lower lip trembled as she fought to hold back her tears. She couldn't help but feel responsible for what had happened, even though she knew deep down it wasn't entirely her fault. She felt like if she had told Tim about Patrick he would have been better prepared for him. Patrick fought dirtly, he studies his opponent. If Tim had known, he wouldn’t have that scar, and maybe Lucy would be awake.

"I've never felt like I belonged anywhere," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "But since I came here, it's different. I feel like I'm part of something."

A small smile tugged at Tim's lips as he listened to Tamara's words. "We're glad to have you here, Tamara, we still are," he said warmly, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I just thought I kept messing up…”

“You can mess up a hundred more times and we’d still want you,” Tim said. “Besides my soulmate has seemingly adopted you anyway,” He said softly watching as a real smile formed on Tamara’s face. "And when Lucy wakes up, we'll show her what it's like to have a real family dinner."

Tamara's eyes brightened at the thought, a flicker of hope shining through her tears. She nodded in agreement, grateful for Tim's reassurance and the sense of belonging she had found with their pack.

|~| LUCY |~|

Lucy's eyelids fluttered open, her vision blurry as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. The dull ache in her chest reminded her of the ordeal she had been through, and she winced as she shifted slightly on the bed.

"Ow," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

A soft chuckle reached her ears, and she turned her head slightly to see Tim sitting beside her. Despite the pain, a small smile tugged at her lips at the sight of him.

"Hey there," Tim said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from Lucy's face. "You gave us quite a scare."

Lucy managed a weak nod, her throat dry and scratchy. Tim held out a cup of water, and she accepted it gratefully, taking a few sips with a shaky hand.

"We really have to stop meeting like this," Tim remarked with a hint of humor in his voice.

Lucy chuckled softly, wincing at the soreness in her chest. "You have to stop hiding things from me," she replied, her voice tinged with pain but also determination.

Tim's expression softened, and he nodded in understanding. "I promise, Lucy," he said earnestly. "No more secrets."

Lucy's emotions swirled within her as she looked at Tim, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You should have told me about my birth father," she said, her voice wavering with emotion.

Tim's gaze dropped with shame, and he nodded slowly. "You're right, Lucy," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I should have been honest with you."

Tears threatened to spill over as Lucy shook her head, frustration evident in her expression. "I'm not just another pack member, Tim," she insisted, her voice trembling with intensity. "I'm your soulmate. I've saved your ass so many times now that I deserve some respect. I'm not a child."

Tim met her gaze, his expression softening with understanding. "You're right, Lucy," he said quietly, his tone filled with sincerity. "I've been too focused on trying to protect you that I forgot to treat you as the fierce fighter you are."

A sense of relief washed over Lucy as she listened to Tim's words. She reached out to grasp his hand, her touch gentle yet reassuring. "I know you'll always be protective of me, Tim," she said softly. "But I need you to trust in my abilities too. I'm not alone in this fight."

Tim nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll try to remember that," he promised, squeezing her hand gently. "You're not just my soulmate, Lucy. You're my equal. I’ve never cared about anyone the way I care about you.”

“This is new for me too Tim.” She says softly.

“I know, and it’s no excuse. I have a lot to work on, I see that.” He acknowledges.

“I want us to work on things together,” She said.

“Okay.” He says. “From now on, i will do my best to make sure you know what’s going on in my head. I promise.”

Feeling a sense of peace wash over her, Lucy was glad to see that Tim wasn't trying to evade the conversation. She looked at him, her eyes searching his face as she asked the question that had been weighing on her mind.

"What happened to Patrick?" she inquired softly, her voice tinged with both curiosity and apprehension.

Tim's gaze shifted to meet hers, his eyes dark with a mix of emotions. "He's dead," he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of the words. "His pack ran off, those who weren't killed."

A solemn silence settled between them as Lucy processed the news. Despite the tumultuous relationship she had with Patrick, a part of her couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow at his passing. She had hoped for some closure, some resolution to the tangled web of emotions surrounding her biological father.

Tim's gaze remained fixed on her, his expression unreadable. Lucy reached out to grasp his hand, offering him a wordless gesture of comfort and support.

Tim's voice was gentle as he spoke, his words a soothing balm to Lucy's troubled mind. "I know this is all confusing, but I want you to know that I'll always be here for you," he said, his sincerity evident in his eyes. "If you want to cry, I'll hold you. If you want to punch something, I'll go track down Smitty. Whatever it is, I'll be there."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Lucy felt a surge of gratitude wash over her. She reached out and gently pulled Tim closer, silently conveying her need for comfort and reassurance. Tim responded with a tender smile, his heart swelling with affection for her.

As their lips met in a sweet kiss, all the uncertainties and worries seemed to melt away, if only for a moment. In each other's embrace, they found solace and strength, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

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|~| COUPLE YEARS LATER |~|

As Lucy stirred awake in the soft morning light filtering through the window, she found herself alone in bed. A sense of disappointment briefly washed over her until she caught a familiar scent lingering in the air — the comforting scent of Tim.

She breathed it in deeply, feeling a warmth spread through her as she snuggled into the sheets. Despite Tim's absence from the bed, his presence seemed to envelop her, offering a sense of security and reassurance.

With a contented sigh, Lucy stretched lazily, relishing in the tranquility of the moment. Even in his absence, Tim's essence surrounded her, filling her heart with a profound sense of peace and belonging. She forced herself up to seek Tim out.

As Lucy emerged from the cozy confines of her home, the crisp morning air greeted her with a gentle embrace. She quickly adorned herself in a simple yet comfortable attire, relishing in the familiarity of the routine. The wooden scent of the woods filled her senses, evoking a sense of nostalgia and warmth.

With a soft smile adorning her lips, Lucy surveyed her surroundings, her gaze drawn to the sight of her husband, the formidable alpha, engaged in conversation with Angela. Their figures stood tall against the backdrop of the training grounds.

Filled with a surge of affection, Lucy made her way towards them, her steps light and purposeful. As she approached, the sound of their voices mingled in the air, carrying snippets of discussion and camaraderie.

As Lucy approached Tim, her heart swelled with affection at the sight of him. Carefully, she wrapped her arms around his waist, relishing in the warmth of his presence. Nuzzling her face into his back, she could practically feel the corners of his lips lift into a smile as he sensed her embrace.

"Good morning, love," Tim's voice greeted her, a gentle warmth seeping into his words.

"How did you know it was me?" Lucy inquired softly, her voice laced with curiosity.

Tim chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I always know when you're near," he replied, his hand moving to cover hers where it rested against his waist.

Tim gently maneuvered Lucy in front of him, a smile spreading across his face as he gazed down at her. He couldn't help but feel a surge of love and anticipation as his hand came to rest on her growing stomach. "How's the baby doing?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth and excitement.

Lucy is a little over seven months pregnant with their first child, and Tim was beyond excited. He has practically been glued to her since she announced it. Even more so then usual. He hardly let her lift a finger. He’s lucky that Lucy found it endearing.

Lucy beamed up at him, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Just fine," she replied, her hand covering his where it lay on her belly. "Although, I think they're a little hungry."

A grin tugged at Tim's lips as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to Lucy's forehead. "I'll go get you some breakfast then," he said, his voice tender and full of affection.

Before he could move, Angela's voice cut in, interrupting their moment. "I'm hungry too, you know," she chimed in with a playful smile.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Tim quipped, "So, where's your husband? Shouldn't he be the one getting you food?"

Angela responded with a mock offended gasp, her lips quirking up in a grin. "As my best friend, I believe it's your duty to bring me breakfast," she retorted, her tone teasing.

Tim chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "I seem to recall only marrying one person, and it wasn't you," he teased back, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

Before Angela could come up with a witty comeback, Lucy interjected, her voice soft but filled with warmth. "You know, it would bring me so much happiness to see Tim bring you breakfast too, Angela," she said, her smile gentle and sincere.

Angela smirked, shooting Tim a knowing look that seemed to say, "I told you so." Tim couldn't help but grin in response, his heart swelling with affection for the two amazing women in his life.

Tim turned to give her a mock glare, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Alright, alright," he chuckled, "I'll get enough for both of you." With a wink, he headed off to fetch dinner for his two favorite ladies, his heart full of love and contentment.

Angela shot Lucy an amused look before her expression softened into genuine concern. "But really, how are you holding up?" she asked gently.

Lucy chuckled softly, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes at Angela’s question. "Oh, you are just as bad as Tim," she joked her tone light despite the lingering exhaustion.

Angela smiled warmly, her gaze softening with affection. "I simply care a great deal for the Luna and our heir," she explained, her words carrying a depth of sincerity.

Lucy's smile widened, but she shook her head gently. "Please, don't call our baby that," she insisted, her voice firm but gentle. "Our child won't be born with the world's weight on their shoulders."

Angela's smile grew, a soft glow of admiration in her eyes. "You're going to be an incredible mother, Lucy," she said, her words filled with genuine belief. "I can already see it."

Lucy looked at Angela with vulnerability shining in her eyes, silently pleading for reassurance. Angela reached out, her touch gentle as she softly placed her hand on Lucy's arm. "I mean it, Lucy," she said earnestly, her voice filled with sincerity. "You're going to be the greatest mother."

A small smile tugged at Lucy's lips as she absorbed Angela's words, finding comfort in her friend's unwavering support. "Thank you, Angela," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Angela squeezed Lucy's arm gently, offering her a reassuring smile. "Just look at Tamara," she said, gesturing towards the now-teenager who stood a few feet away, engaged in conversation with some of the other pack members. "She's become such a loyal and independent young lady, and you played a significant role in raising her."

Lucy's gaze drifted to Tamara, a sense of pride swelling in her chest as she watched the young girl interact with the others. "I did, didn't I?" she mused, a soft smile gracing her features. "Thank you for reminding me, Angela."

As Tim approached with breakfast in hand, Angela shot Lucy another amused look, a silent acknowledgment of their earlier conversation. Lucy couldn't help but smile in return, grateful for Angela's comforting words.

Settling down together, they watched the training session unfold before them, the sounds of grunts and shouts mingling with the clinking of utensils against plates. Tim kept Lucy close, his arm draped protectively around her as they ate, a sense of contentment washing over them.

As they bantered back and forth, Tim found himself relishing these moments with his wife and best friend. Despite the challenges they had faced, he was grateful that things had worked out in the end. Together, they were a formidable team, ready to face whatever challenges came their way.

|~| LUCY |~|

Alone in the cabin, Lucy's restlessness grew as the minutes ticked by. Tim and Angela were off attending to pack matters, leaving her with little to do but ponder her thoughts. Feeling the weight of solitude settling in, she decided to seek out some company.

With determined strides, Lucy made her way through the familiar path of the village, her footsteps echoing softly against the stoned paths. She soon found herself standing outside Zoe's door, hesitating for a moment before raising her hand to knock.

The door creaked open, revealing Zoe's surprised expression as she took in Lucy's presence. "Lucy, my dear," Zoe greeted, a hint of concern in her voice. "Is everything alright?"

Lucy offered her a small smile, appreciating Zoe's warmth. "Yeah, I'm just feeling a bit cooped up in there," she admitted, gesturing back towards her own cabin. "I was wondering if you'd like some company."

Zoe's face brightened at the invitation. "Of course, come on in," she said, stepping aside to let Lucy enter. The cozy interior of Zoe's cabin enveloped them, offering a sense of familiarity and comfort.
As they settled into the comfort of Zoe's cabin, Zoe offered Lucy a warm smile, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "So, how are you really doing, Lucy?" she asked gently, her voice laced with genuine care.

Lucy sighed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders at the chance to share her worries. "Honestly, Zoe, I'm scared," she confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "As my due date gets closer, I can't shake this feeling of apprehension."

Zoe listened intently, her expression sympathetic as she reached out to gently squeeze Lucy's hand in reassurance. "It's completely normal to feel that way," she reassured her. "Bringing a new life into the world is a big step, and it's okay to feel a little overwhelmed by it all."

Lucy nodded, grateful for Zoe's understanding. "I know, but what if I'm not ready?" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if I'm not cut out to be a mother?"

Zoe's eyes softened with empathy as she looked at Lucy. "Lucy, from what I've seen, you're going to be an amazing mother," she said sincerely. "You have so much love to give, and your dedication to your pack and those you care about speaks volumes about the kind of person you are. Besides I hear that Angela has already given you quite the lift up."

Lucy's lips quirked into a small smile, touched by Zoe's words of encouragement. "Thank you, Zoe," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I needed to hear that. Angela has been great, hell even Genny has helped plenty, but I just..hearing it from you has been incredibly important to me"

Zoe returned her smile, her eyes warm with reassurance. "Anytime, Lucy. Remember, you're not alone in this journey. We're all here for you every step of the way."

“I appreciate it,” She smiled, “now how about some lighter conversation, yes?”

Zoe's smile widened at Lucy's enthusiasm. "Have you thought about any name ideas?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Lucy's eyes lit up as she nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes! I've been jotting down some ideas," she exclaimed, a hint of excitement in her voice. "But, you know, we don't even know if it's going to be a boy or a girl. So, I figure we'll know the perfect name when we see our little one."

Zoe chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "That's a beautiful way to approach it," she remarked, admiring Lucy's perspective. "I'm sure whatever name you and Tim choose will be perfect for your baby."

Lucy smiled, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over her. "Thank you, Zoe," she said, sincerely grateful for her friend's support. "It means a lot to have you here with me, especially during these uncertain times."

Zoe reached out, giving Lucy's hand a comforting squeeze. "Anytime, Lucy. We're in this together," she said, her voice filled with warmth and solidarity. "And I can't wait to meet your little bundle of joy when the time comes. If it has even the tiniest bit of joy as you, I can assure you they will be very well loved around the village.

Over time, Lucy had truly blossomed within the pack. Despite the rough start and the challenges she faced, she emerged as a beacon of sophistication and gentleness that the pack sorely needed. Her dedication and compassion, particularly in her work with Tamara, showcased the depth of her heart and the lengths she was willing to go to care for others.

As Lucy became more integrated into pack life, she forged deep bonds with its members. Her genuine care and consideration for everyone around her resonated deeply, earning her not only respect but genuine affection from her packmates. They came to appreciate her unique qualities and the invaluable contributions she brought to the pack.

Since the announcement of her pregnancy, the pack's protective instincts kicked into high gear. They surrounded Lucy with an extra layer of vigilance, ensuring her safety and well-being at all times. Every member of the pack took it upon themselves to look out for her, their collective love and concern for their Luna manifesting in a heightened sense of guardianship.

Through her journey, Lucy had not only found her place within the pack but had become its heart and soul. She was a source of inspiration and strength, and her presence was cherished by all who knew her. As she navigated the challenges of pregnancy and leadership, Lucy's resilience and grace continued to shine, cementing her as a beloved and revered figure within the pack.

|~| TIM |~|

In the dimly lit room, the soft glow of Lucy's sweat-kissed skin seemed to emanate an ethereal radiance. Her eyes, heavy with fatigue, betrayed the immense effort she had poured into the last ten hours of labor. Tim stood by her side, his heart swelling with admiration for the woman before him.

Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to her furrowed forehead, his lips lingering for a moment in silent reverence for her strength. "You're doing so well, my love," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm in the midst of her exhaustion.

Lucy's gaze met his, soft and weary yet filled with a quiet determination. "I'm so tired, Tim," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the room's hushed anticipation.

With a gentle smile, Tim reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "I know, my love," he replied, his tone laced with unwavering reassurance. "But soon, it'll all be over. You're almost there."

As if on cue, Grace entered the room, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the waves of labor pains. With a knowing smile, she echoed Tim's sentiments, her voice a steady reminder of the imminent arrival of their child.

In the midst of the labor room's tension, Grace's calm presence brought a sense of order to the chaos. With a gentle voice, she instructed Lucy to take a deep breath, her words a soothing melody amidst the storm of pain.

Lucy complied, inhaling deeply as she braced herself for the next wave of contractions. But as the pain surged through her body once more, her breath caught in her throat, replaced by a guttural groan of agony.

Grace approached her with steady hands, her touch a comforting anchor in the sea of discomfort. With practiced precision, she examined Lucy, her eyes scanning for signs of progress.

"It's time to prepare yourself to push, Lucy," Grace announced gently, her words tinged with a sense of urgency.

But Lucy's heart clenched with desperation, her resolve faltering in the face of the overwhelming pain. "I'm not ready," she protested, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Tim's touch was both tender and firm as he lifted Lucy's chin, guiding her gaze to meet his own. In those moments of intense vulnerability, his eyes held nothing but unwavering confidence and unwavering love.

"You can handle this, Lucy," Tim murmured, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of pain. "You're the strongest person I know."

A tear escaped Lucy's eye, a testament to the weight of the moment and the flood of emotions coursing through her. With Tim's words echoing in her mind, she turned to Grace, her trusted guide through the trials of childbirth.

"I'm ready," Lucy whispered her voice a blend of determination and surrender. With Grace's gentle guidance, she embarked on the journey ahead, drawing upon the strength and resilience that had carried her through countless trials before.

|~| LATER |~|

In the hushed tranquility of the room, Lucy cradled her newborn daughter in her arms, her heart swelling with a love so profound it felt as though it could overflow. The baby, swathed in soft blankets, stirred gently, her tiny fingers curling around Lucy's own.

Tim sat at the end of the bed, his gaze fixed tenderly upon his wife and their newborn miracle. With gentle fingers, he combed through Lucy's hair, marveling at the strength and beauty that radiated from her.

Their daughter, a precious bundle of new life, was a testament to their love and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities. As Lucy looked down at the tiny face nestled against her chest, a sense of peace settled over her, enveloping her in a cocoon of contentment.

With a soft smile gracing her lips, Lucy looked up at Tim, her eyes shimmering with love and exhaustion. "Would you like to hold her?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tim shook his head gently, his own expression tender as he replied, "I'd love to, but you deserve this time with her after a long day of work."

Lucy rolled her eyes playfully, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. She reached out to gently nudge Tim's arm. "Come on, Tim. Don't be stubborn," she teased. "She's just as much yours as she is mine. Besides, I think she wants to meet her daddy."

Tim chuckled, a warmth spreading through his chest at her words. He playfully glared at her before relenting, his heart swelling with love and pride. With gentle hands, he reached down to cradle their daughter in his arms, marveling at the precious bundle of new life that lay nestled against his chest.

Tim's smile widened as he gazed down at his daughter, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. He never imagined that he would be blessed with such a beautiful life, yet here he was, holding his precious baby girl in his arms, with his wife by his side.

Carefully cradling the tiny bundle, Tim marveled at the perfection of her features, from her delicate fingers to her button nose. Every little detail was a wonder to behold, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the miracle of new life.

Glancing up at Lucy, he found her watching him with a soft smile, her eyes shining with love and happiness. In that moment, surrounded by the ones he loved most, Tim felt a profound sense of contentment wash over him. They sat there for nearly an hour, simply enjoying their newest little member.

Lucy's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked up at Tim, her voice soft yet filled with excitement. "Tim, do you think you could bring in Tamara, Angela, and Zoe? I'd love for them to meet our little one."

Tim's gaze softened as he regarded his wife, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Are you sure, love?" he asked gently, his concern evident in his voice.

With a nod, Lucy reached out to grasp Tim's hand, her fingers intertwining with his. "Yes, I'm sure," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "I want them to share in this moment with us, to meet their newest family member. I’d love Genny to come visit as soon as possible, though I know she’s quite busy with the boys."

Tim's heart swelled with love for Lucy as he watched her, marveling at her strength and grace. "Alright," he said, returning her smile. "I'll go get them."

With a gentle kiss on Lucy's forehead, Tim rose from his seat beside her, his heart full of joy. As he made his way to the door, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the precious moments they were sharing as a family. And as he went to fetch their loved ones, he knew that their little one would be surrounded by an abundance of love and support from the very beginning.

Tim entered the room, a gentle smile adorning his face, as he ushered in Tamara, Angela, and Zoe. Tamara practically bounced with excitement, her eyes wide with anticipation. Angela followed close behind, her expression filled with warmth and affection, while Zoe wore a soft smile, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Come on in, everyone," Tim said, his voice filled with pride and joy. "Lucy would like you to meet someone very special."

As the girls entered the room, their gazes fell upon Lucy, who was cradling their newborn daughter in her arms. Lucy's eyes sparkled with happiness as she looked up at them, a radiant smile lighting up her face.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet our little girl," Lucy said, her voice filled with love and tenderness. "She's perfect in every way."

Tamara's eyes widened in wonder as she approached the bed, her excitement palpable. "Oh wow, she's so tiny and cute!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.

Angela's smile grew even wider as she gazed down at the baby, her heart overflowing with love. "She's absolutely beautiful, Lucy," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

Zoe approached the bed with a soft smile, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. "She's perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

Tim stood beside Lucy, his heart bursting with pride as he watched his family come together to welcome their newest member. In that moment, surrounded by love and happiness, he knew that their little girl was already cherished beyond measure.

Tamara's eyes widened with excitement as Lucy gently placed the baby girl into her arms. She held the newborn with a mixture of awe and wonder, her heart swelling with love as she looked down at the tiny bundle in her arms.

“Be careful, big sister, you’ll have quite the role looking over her,” Lucy said softly.

"I'm a big sister?" Tamara asked, her voice filled with disbelief and joy. Lucy nodded, her eyes shining with pride as she watched Tamara cradle the baby with care and tenderness.

"Yes, you are," Lucy said softly, her voice filled with love. "You're going to be the best big sister ever."

Tamara's face lit up with a radiant smile as she looked down at the baby, her heart overflowing with happiness. She couldn't believe that she was now a part of such a beautiful and loving family, and she vowed to do everything in her power to protect and care for her new little sister.

Reluctantly, Tamara turned the baby over to Angela. Angela chuckled as she accepted the baby girl from Tamara, her arms instinctively cradling the tiny bundle with care and gentleness. She looked down at the newborn with a soft smile, marveling at the miracle of new life in her arms.

"I'm glad she looks like Lucy," Angela joked, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she glanced up at Tim. "She's got her mother's good looks."

Tim rolled his eyes playfully at Angela's comment, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Let's hope she inherits her mother's better qualities too, and not the attitude of her aunt" he teased, earning a playful swat on the arm from Angela.

"Hey now, I'll have you know I'm a fantastic influence," Angela retorted with a mock offended expression, earning a laugh from Tim.

"As long as you don't teach her any of your bad habits," Tim teased back, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched Angela interact with the baby.

Angela chuckled softly as she gently rocked the baby in her arms, her heart swelling with love as she looked down at the tiny bundle. In that moment, she knew that she would do anything to protect and care for her niece, and she vowed to be the best aunt she could be.

Reluctantly, Angela passed the baby over to Zoe, who accepted her with a tender smile. Lucy watched with tear-filled eyes as Zoe cradled the newborn, her expression a mix of awe and tenderness. There was a softness in Zoe's gaze, a depth of emotion that spoke volumes without a single word.

Zoe didn't speak as she held the baby, her eyes fixed on the tiny bundle in her arms. There was a quiet reverence in her demeanor as if she were holding something infinitely precious and fragile. Her fingers brushed lightly over the baby's soft cheek, her touch gentle and loving.

For a moment, the room was filled with a profound sense of peace and warmth as Zoe and the baby shared a silent moment together. Lucy felt her heart swell with emotion as she watched her dear friend marvel at the miracle of new life.

As Zoe held the baby close, Lucy's voice cut through the air, gentle yet filled with significance. "Would you like to know her name?" she asked, her eyes shining with anticipation. Zoe looked up, her expression eager, and nodded eagerly.

With a shared smile between her and Tim, Lucy straightened slightly, her voice carrying a quiet strength as she announced, "Her name is Zoe Ela Bradford."

The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment as the significance of the name sank in. Zoe's eyes widened in astonishment, her hand trembling ever so slightly as she held the baby closer. Angela's gaze softened with emotion, her features reflecting pure admiration and awe.

For Zoe, the moment was profound and deeply touching. To have this precious child named after her was an unexpected honor, a gesture of love and friendship that touched her heart in ways she couldn't fully express. She looked down at the baby, Zoe Ela Bradford, with a newfound sense of connection and wonder, feeling humbled and deeply moved by the gift of her namesake.

Angela, always quick with a joke, couldn't resist adding her own playful touch to the moment. With a mischievous grin, she chimed in, "Ela, huh? Must be after me."

Tim's brow furrowed in confusion, and he turned to Angela, asking for clarification. “What are you on now?”

Angela leaned forward, spelling out the ending of her name, "E-l-a," and then repeating the baby's middle name with a theatrical flourish.

Tim's gaze darted between Angela and Lucy, a bemused expression crossing his face as he tried to piece together what was happening. He shook his head in mock disbelief, turning back to Angela with a lighthearted incredulity. "How did you manage to swing that?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Angela simply smirked, her eyes dancing with mischief as she exchanged a knowing look with Lucy. With a playful wink, she shrugged nonchalantly, leaving Tim to roll his eyes in good-natured exasperation at her antics.

Amidst the warmth of their friends and the overwhelming joy of their newborn daughter, Tim found a moment of tranquility in Lucy's presence. With a gentle lean, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his affectionate gesture expressing more than words ever could.

Surrounded by their closest allies and the palpable love filling the room, Tim felt a sense of completeness wash over him. This, right here, was what he had yearned for all along.

Nestling closer to Lucy, he rested his head against her shoulder, savoring the softness of her skin beneath his lips. In that intimate embrace, he knew that he could stay forever, wrapped in the comfort of her love and the promise of their shared future.