JAX'S POVIn the depths of the night, as the moon shone brightly in the sky, I found myself immersed in a vivid dream. In my slumber, I transformed into a powerful, majestic werewolf, my senses heightened and my spirit wild.As I roamed through a mystical forest, guided by the moonlight, I encountered a radiant figure, ethereal and captivating. She introduced herself as Ariel, the Moon Goddess, and spoke to me with a voice that echoed with both wisdom and grace."Jaxson," Ariel's voice resonated in my dream. "You are not merely a creature of the night but a being tied to the cycles of the moon. Your true mate, whom you have sent away, holds a profound connection to your destiny."Confusion and regret flooded my dream-state. I recalled Aurora— the woman I had pushed away, consumed by my own fears and doubts."But why did I push her away? I felt such hatred towards her," I confessed, my voice tinged with remorse.Ariel's eyes, shining like orbs of moonlight, held a compassionate gaze. "

GARY'S POVMy days were filled with the hustle and bustle of the hospital, attending to patients and navigating the intricacies of medicine. Amidst the chaos, I couldn't help but notice a familiar face, the face of my girlfriend, Adline. There was something unusual about her frequent visits to the hospital's pharmacy, and my curiosity grew with each sighting.One day, as fate would have it, I finally managed to catch her near the pharmacy counter. With a mix of intrigue and concern, I approached her, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of my lips."Babe, fancy meeting you here," I said, my voice laced with curiosity. "What brings you to my hospital's pharmacy today?"She looked up at me, her eyes widening momentarily before a composed expression settled upon her face. "Oh, hey, baby. I just had a couple of questions about some medications. Nothing serious, really."I sensed a slight hesitation in her voice, a guardedness that piqued my interest further. I decided to probe a little

ADLINE'S POVThe ring of my phone startled me in the convinent store where I was picking up a few things for Aurora. With delight, I answered the call only to be met by silence on the other end or rather the heavy breathings.I rushed into my car with urgency, driving recklessly without a word of apology to anyone.Bringing the car to a full stop, I jumped out of the car like I was being chased.I busted into my own home like I was the FBI.My eyes searched around the house and in an instant, they fell on Aurora. Drenched in sweat and looking lifeless.I rushed to her to ensure she was still breathing. I checked her pulses, they were responsive but very slow.I knew that wasn't good.I tapped her several times and she fluttered her eyes open, regaining consciousness.I smiled at her, "you're doing fine," I said, knowing too well that I was dying inside.Confusion gripped me as I stood in the living room, witnessing the onset of an unexpected event. I felt utterly lost, unsure of what

GARY'S POVI stepped out of the labor ward, my mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions. The exhaustion from a long shift mingled with worry and confusion as I thought about Aurora, who had just given birth. But unlike the usual joy that accompanies such moments, an unsettling unease settled within me as I remembered the sight of her passing out after the birth of her babies which was still surprising to me that she gave birth to twins.I made my way to the doctor's lounge, seeking a moment of solitude to collect my thoughts. I sank into a chair, my mind replaying the events of the delivery over and over. The memory of Aurora losing consciousness after the birth weighed heavily on my heart, fueling my concern for her well-being.As a doctor, I knew that the immediate postpartum period could be physically demanding and emotionally overwhelming for new mothers. But the gravity of Aurora's situation felt different. Her passing out had been unexpected, and it lingered in my mind like a

AURORA'S POVAs my mind wandered amid the discomfort, memories of the past resurfaced, a mixture of joy and guilt intertwining. I recalled the day I had left Gary's house, my heart heavy with uncertainty and fear, fear of being a burden. Our friendship had been solid, but my pregnancy had taken us both by surprise, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and unsure.Now, as I lay in the labor ward, I remembered how I was surprised to see Gary, standing tall in his doctor's coat, a stethoscope draped around his neck. My heart skipped a beat, a mix of emotions coursing through me. I hadn't expected him to be the one delivering my baby.His eyes met mine, filled with compassion and professionalism, as he assessed my condition."You're doing great, Aurora. Just a little while longer." His words of encouragement rang in my head again.His voice was reassuring, his touch gentle as he monitored my progress. But beneath his calm demeanor, I could sense the unspoken emotions. The memories of the pa