Penelope’s POV
“You know about the mutations?” I asked, surprised.
“I’m just guessing,” Edward said, shrugging. “That werewolf had a very distinctive form, completely different from normal werewolves. The plant integration was unlike anything I’ve seen before.”
I frowned, recalling the horrifying creature—part wolf, part plant. “It controlled plants somehow. Made vines grow to hold me down. No normal werewolf has that ability.”
“Fascinating,” Edward murmured, then quickly added, “and terrifying, of course. I’ve been following news about the detention camp run by the Council. Some reports mentioned similar mutations, though nothing quite this advanced.”
“The council needs to know about this immediately,” I said. “If there are more of these things out there…”
“Agreed.” Edward nodded. “But first, you need to recover your strength.”
He leaned closer, his eyes dropping to my neck. “Your scars are glowing. Did you notice?”
I touched the marks again. “I noticed. They’ve been like this since I
