Ten days. To most, it was just a week and a half-barely a breath in the span of a lifetime. But for a human bound to a werewolf, it was an eternity, an unrelenting countdown that could only end in one of two ways: transformation or death. The mate edict, a cruel law of their kind, demanded that a human mate either embrace their new, monstrous fate or be executed. And ten days? Ten days felt like a slow, suffocating eternity-like being trapped in the deepest pits of hell, where every passing moment burned a little more. The clock was ticking, and no one would be spared.