Susan’s POV: The cold wind howled around me, its icy breath slicing through the air like countless sharp blades. Yet, despite the freezing storm, I was cocooned in a warm, comforting scent of cedar, as though an invisible shield kept the harsh elements at bay. Behind me, a searing hand pressed against the wound, which was now infected with silver poison. The intense heat flooded through my body like molten lava, temporarily numbing the excruciating pain caused by the toxic burn. I tried to open my eyelids, which felt as heavy as stone, and when I finally managed to, I was met with the sight of a strong, handsome face. His deep, piercing eyes seemed to look right through me, as if he could read my very soul. In that instant, a strange sensation stirred inside me, as though we shared some unspoken connection. “You’re awake?” His voice carried an unmistakable note of joy. Weakly, I managed to whisper, “Who are you?” He hesitated for a moment, before softly replying, “I’m … I’m your uncle.” “Uncle?” I couldn’t make sense of his words. He nodded with certainty. “Yes, we’re your mother’s brothers. We share the bloodline of the Silvermoon Alliance’s Alpha.” Silvermoon? That name triggered a flicker of memory within me. So, I wasn’t the ‘b*stard’ they had called me? “Uncle … my name is Susan Summers … ” I whispered. “Susan! I’ll remember! I’m Eason Summers. You should remember too!” he exclaimed eagerly, nodding with excitement. Eason Summers. I struggled to recall the name. But before I could focus, a wave of fatigue crashed over me, and my eyelids grew unbearably heavy. My uncle’s voice became urgent, “Hang in there. We’ll rest when we get home. We’re going home!” “Home … ” The word echoed in my mind as my consciousness began to slip away, the last thing I heard being his desperate cries. “She’s not going to make it! Pick up the pace!” Suddenly, six mournful wolf howls pierced the night, and the wind seemed to howl even louder, as if the world itself was speeding up. Just before everything faded, I caught a glimpse of a large silver figure, surrounded by massive wolves. So, I had been riding on one of those enormous wolves this whole time? Home … The thought lingered in my fading mind before it, too, vanished, and my awareness slipped into darkness. Eason’s POV: Susan’s condition was critical. Her wounds, if anyone else had suffered them, would have been fatal, even for a Beta-level werewolf. But Susan was an Omega, and yet, somehow, she had managed to survive this long. It wasn’t just her Silvermoon Alpha bloodline that kept her alive; it was also her immense strength of will. However, the silver poison had already spread through her injuries. If it reached her bones, the consequences could be devastating, possibly leaving her permanently crippled! Instead of returning to the tribe, we headed straight for the temple healing center. There, I could fully utilize the healing powers granted to me by the Goddess. Inside the emergency room, I held Susan, bruised and battered, trembling in my arms. It was clear she had endured unimaginable torture—her arms, ribs, and legs were broken, and her back was a horrendous mess of torn flesh and blood. But the worst part was the silver poison in her wounds. Silver poison was the worst enemy of any werewolf. Even for someone like me, an advanced Alpha, wounds infected by silver poison couldn’t heal without intervention. And for someone as weak as Susan, an Omega, it was far worse. Her body was marked with burn-like black and purple patches from the poison, and some of the damage was so severe that it might require amputation. At only 17, she was just a pup, yet she had been forced to endure such torment … My eyes burned with anger and sorrow, and I leaned closer to Susan, whispering softly, “Susan, I’m your uncle, Eason. Do you remember me? Can you hear me? “If you can hear me, Susan, you need to hold on. Hang in there, okay?” Susan’s POV: I kept my eyes shut tightly, feeling strangely light and enveloped in warmth. For the first time, I felt utterly comfortable. Everything around me was still, and only one voice called out gently in my ear. “Susan … Susan … “I’m your uncle, Eason … Can you hear me?” Eason … Who is he? I tried desperately to open my eyes, but they wouldn’t move. I longed to respond, to tell him that I could hear him, but no words came, and I was left in a fog of silence.