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Tyler's POV The pack house stood in anticipation, the air tinged with the scent of the approaching full moon. Edward and I waited in the living room, the quiet hum of conversation between us filling the space. "Patience, Tyler. They'll be here soon," Edward said, his gaze fixed on the door as if expecting it to burst open any moment. I leaned back against the wall, my eyes tracing the patterns in the wood. "Yeah, yeah. Patience is not my strong suit, you know that." Edward chuckled, a deep, thoughtful sound. "You know, Tyler, Danielle's situation with two fated mates is not unique. I faced something similar." I perked up, curiosity evident in my expression. "You too? What happened?" Edward sighed, a heavy weight settling on his shoulders. "Danielle's mother and a witch named Claire.