Willow’s POV

The pull was undeniable. It wasn’t just them; I felt it too. A simmering heat, an ache that had lingered for years, now amplified in the small hospital room. The triplets tried to hide it, masking their desperation under layers of stoicism, but I saw the truth. Their wolves were battling for control, and I could feel their struggle like it was my own.

It wasn’t just the bond, it was what they had done. They had saved my children without even knowing they existed. For ...