The dim light of flickering candles cast long shadows across the ancient tomes and weathered parchments scattered across the Blackthorne archives. Dust swirled in the air as Layla turned another brittle page, her fingers trembling as she scanned the aged script. She had spent hours hidden beneath the vaults of her pack’s keep, determined to uncover the truth.
Tonight, she had found something, something that could change everything.
The passage before her spoke of an ancient lineage, one tied to the origins of the first werewolves. The Truebloods. Wolves capable of either amplifying pack unity or reducing entire bloodlines to ruin. The words sent a chill through her as her mind reeled. These were no myths, these were histories, carefully documented and preserved, and somehow, she was conn
