Third Person P.O.V.
The sun had set.
Darkness had woven itself over the sky like a thick velvet curtain, pulling every last golden hue of daylight into its folds. The Blue Moon pack stood cloaked in quiet anticipation. The trees whispered with the rising wind, their leaves rustling like old secrets being stirred back to life. The clearing behind Bella's house lay bathed in a haunting glow—the moon, still cloaked behind wisps of clouds, teased the world below, its power gathering just beyond reach.
Inside, a flurry of movement and ritual had unfolded.
At Claire's orders, Bella and Mason had both been removed from their respective baths. Their skin glistened with the sacred potions, their souls humming with newfound purity. The remnants of dark magic had been scrubbed away with sacred oi
