Third Person P.O.V.
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, its last rays casting golden light through the living room windows of the Blue Moon pack house. Matt and Ryan sat in the common room, tension stretched tight between them. Caleb had just joined them, lounging on the couch, and Ryan had executed their carefully rehearsed plan to perfection.
Three beers. One laced with Claire’s sleeping potion. The other two untouched.
Ryan handed them out casually—one to Matt, one to Caleb, and one to himself—his heart hammering with anticipation as he waited for Caleb to take that first sip.
Just as Caleb lifted the can to his lips, the door banged open.
"Yo!" a familiar, boyish voice echoed through the room.
Tyler.
Sixteen years old. Still technically a kid in the eyes of the pack, bu
