(Prologue)
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"No, no, no, no...not again."
Thelma comes home from work to see her triplets are gone. She sees the similar pattern. Half eaten oats and a lidless beer on the table. A used rubber glove on the floor beside the crib. And most noticeably and one she'll never miss, the ring. She picks it up and looks at it with a scowl on her face.
When they got married, the dick bought 9 gold rings for himself and just 1 for her. Why, you ask? Well, because he had 9 lives (yes, just like a cat but a big, bad one) but in the case with the kids, he told her she has 9 chances to bring back his kids to him...and herself.
He wants her back. Not because he misses her, not because he's realised Allison was the bitch she warned him she was, and definitely not because he loves her but because he is slowly going blind and she is the only one who can treat him.
He has what is called "Lunaris Blindness." The disease is linked to the unique physiology of alpha werewolves. Though, it also affects normal werewolves in some cases. It's triggered by a genetic mutation that affects the cells in the retina, making them more sensitive to the moon's intense light during the transformation. If not treated early, it may lead to permanent blindness.
How did he get it? Hereditary? Infection? Or Curse?
Noone knows.
But one thing is certain. He is going blind and as much as he hates to say or admit it, she is the only person who can save him.
