Chapter 109

Irene absorbed the weight of Joseph's revelations about the Hemmings werewolf pack, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Joseph, now seated across from her, hesitated before delving into a more personal narrative, one intertwined with his own family history.

"My father," Joseph began, his voice carrying the weight of years of solitude and rejection. "Theo Hemmings. He was a werewolf, and my mother, human. A union that was never accepted."

Irene, her mind still swirling with the complexities of the werewolf pack's dynamics, listened intently as Joseph unraveled the story of his origins. He spoke of the challenges faced by a child born of both worlds, belonging to neither. The tale painted a picture of ostracism, of a young boy grappling with his identity in a world that deemed him an anomaly.

"I was never fully accepted, Irene," Joseph confessed, his eyes reflecting the scars of a tumultuous past. "The pack saw me as a threat, a reminder of a union they wished had never happened.