Drake—POV

The night was quiet, the kind of eerie stillness that made my wolf restless. I stood watch with my team, the crackling fire casting shadows across our tense faces. Yuri was resting in the tent, and Mac had just joined me, taking a slow sip from his flask.

"Your wolf is back, huh?" he mused, offering me the drink.

I took it, nodding. "Yeah. Feels like I’m myself again, thanks to that fight with that asshole Eric."

Mac smirked, taking another swig. "So… you’re not ...