Marked by the Alpha
Blinking, I forced myself to remain in the present moment, and after a few seconds of silence had passed I asked Michael if she was a hunter.
The Blue Moon Alpha scoffed at the suggestion, like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard in his life.
Then he responded.
“On the contrary, Madeline is a werewolf. She was an Omega in this Pack even. Before she turned rogue.”
I blinked, caught off guard by this.
I hadn’t thought that it would be possible to feel surprised after everything I’d heard in the last half hour, but I was.
To his credit, Michael didn’t immediately follow up this piece of information with another. Instead, he paused to let it slowly sink in, no doubt registering the