Beneath the Alpha's Moon

TERESA’S P.O.V.

The way Lucian looked at everything made my heart ache with a bittersweet joy. It was as though he had been starved for beauty and was finally feasting on it. His now bright green eyes, so full of wonder, darted from the sun-dappled trees to the swaying wildflowers, then back to the stream that sparkled like liquid diamonds.

Every little thing captivated him.

"Teresa!" he called, his voice brimming with excitement. "Look at this leaf! It’s so green!"

I bit back a laugh. "Yes, Lucian, that’s generally what leaves look like."

He held it up, squinting at the veins running through it. "No, you don’t understand. It’s alive. You can see it. It’s like the veins in your hands!"

I smiled, watching him. How could I explain that he wasn’t seeing anything new, just seeing again? But in that moment, it was as if the whole world had been reborn, and I wouldn’t dare ruin it.

When we reached the pack house, Lucian and I were greeted with cheers and laughter. His eyes scanned the crowd eagerly, and when they landed on our twins, Ollie and Mai, my heart practically burst.

Ollie, who was now tall for his age, was showing off a wooden sword to the other pups. Mai, with her wild curls and mischievous grin, was trying to steal the sword from him.

Lucian crouched down, his arms wide open. "My pups!"

They froze, their eyes lighting up with recognition.