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She deadpanned and I shrugged, “Just do your werewolf link thing and show him her face.” I let Greg into my mind and when he received the picture he whistled and turned to Adamaris, “She’s hotter than you.” “Shut up and draw the picture.” She grumbled.

The full moon shone down and I stood between two worlds—the silver-lit world calling me to run free, and the human world that held me with love and fear. Far below, Ronny ended his call and watched his father standing tall. A sly grin began to form on Gregor’s mouth. The night wind on the hospital roof grew stronger. I stood at the edge, my white fur gleaming under the moonlight. Gregor looked up at me, his smile unchanging. “Beautiful. The White Pack’s daughter finally shows herself.” I snarled, my claws scraping the roof, leaving marks. Part of me wanted to leap down and attack him. Another part wanted to flee as far as possible.

I tell him, stunned at the stark difference. “It’s a long story,” he tells me “This is Tristan ScarClaw,” he introduces the tall and lean werecat standing beside him. A pale-skinned shifter with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Slightly older than Hunji. I greet him feeling a comforting presence surrounding him. “And this is Gregorio,” “Very nice to meet you both,” I greet the bulky bear shifter named Gregorio, his skin tone tanned and his eyes a dark hazel brown. Both men have strange accents, but an accent I could listen to all day.

But the niggling doubt was driving me mad. “Poor little clone,” Felicia whispered into my mind, “do you really think he'll still love you when he knows what you are?” “Yes!” I snapped. “You don't know him. He doesn't care about that.” “Oh don't I?" she laughed derisively. “Gregor, the last of the keepers, failed assassin, and traitor to the crown.” “Why do you call him a traitor?” I asked. “He has done nothing but work to put the rightful heir back on the Lobotian throne.”

Almost Gregor’s body twists unnaturally as the shift starts, his bones cracking loudly, echoing through the room. His hands contort, claws sprouting unevenly, but his fingers remain mostly human. His face elongates halfway into a snout before stopping, leaving him in this grotesque, mangled state. Blood pours from his injuries, now worsened by the failed transformation.

said Katleho with a relieved sigh in her voice. “She’s been here for five minutes.” said Mika speaking in my defense. “Mika said you found something?” I replied. Katleho handed me the paper she was holding. It was a drawing of a dog like human. The face was of a dog,a wolf. The body was covered in Grey looking fur,the feet were similar to those of a human,however the toes were similar to those of a dog, the entire feet were covered in grey fur. It looked disgusting. “is this the werewolf the principal saw?” I asked.

Tobias said earnestly, placing a hand on Gregory’s shoulder. Gregory met Tobias’s gaze, a rare smile crossing his face. He returned the gesture with a reassuring pat on the back. "I will, Tobias. Keep the pack safe. I’ll deal with this intruder." With a final nod, Gregory dashed out of the gate, shifting seamlessly into a powerful brown wolf. The transformation was swift and smooth, his muscles rippling beneath his fur. As he ran, the night air was filled with the sounds of the pack members hurrying to the pack house. A few tried to halt him, but he ignored their calls, knowing he would make amends once the rogue was dealt with.

The fabric slipped from my fingers, pooling on the table like spilled ink. Gregor stood silently, his expression neutral but attentive. I trusted him more than most. Still, trust was a relative term in my world. “Sit,” I ordered, gesturing to the chair in the room. He obeyed, his large frame settling into the chair. “Tell me, Gregor,” I began, my tone casual. “What do you think of Luca?” Gregor’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t look away. “He’s a strong Beta,” he admitted. “Respected by his pack. Feared by his enemies.”

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”

EVELYN The next page contained two detailed sketches. The first depicted a monstrous figure labeled The First Alpha of the Werewolves, Alpha Elrod—a nightmarish fusion of man and wolf. His expression twisted in eternal agony, his heart pierced by a silver dagger. The second sketch, in stark contrast, portrayed his daughter, Moon. The artist had been far more merciful in painting her. Unlike her father, she was drawn with an ethereal beauty—her features fierce yet strangely soft. Cascading hair framed her delicate face, resting elegantly on her shoulder, and she wore a dress woven of moonflowers. Though faded with time, her features carried an eerie familiarity, strikingly similar to the woma