How to kill an immortal wolf
Lucien’s face flashed through her mind his bloodied mouth, his desperate eyes, the way his arms had tightened around her as she slipped away.
Pain clawed up her throat.
“I need to understand,” she said tightly. “What did I do?”
The figure studied her for a long moment before gesturing.
The silver world shifted.
Images bloomed in the air ancient memories unfolding like living tapestries.
She saw the birth of the first immortal wolves, forged by moon gods desperate to create guardians for the fragile human world. She saw bloodlines crafted with precision, weaving magic into flesh.
Then
Her bloodline.
Human in appearance.