Moonlight spills through the window. Remus stands frozen, the silver light outlining the faint scar on his neck. Remus: “Say it again.” Alison’s voice trembles. “I was a child—I didn’t remember. My pack— they told me later—” He backs away, torn between disbelief and understanding. “All these years… it was you.” Silence. Then his tone softens, breaking. “You didn’t choose it. Neither did I. Maybe that’s why I found you.” He reaches out, hand shaking. “We can make this right. Together.”