(God's POV)

Four years later, in the Southern Territory pack healer center, Alexander Stone lay motionless on the healing bed. His body was connected to multiple tubes and monitoring devices that beeped rhythmically in the sterile room.

On his thin and bloodless handsome face, he wore an oxygen mask. The heart monitor beside him showed irregular patterns that seemed to spike and dip without warning.

It looked as if the machine could turn into a flat line at any moment, ...