Alpha Evergreen’s POV
The legend of “The Many-Faced Wolf” was nothing more than a fairy tale to me—a whispered rumor among pack locals. The idea of a wolf with many faces was ludicrous in itself. I swirled the glass of liquor in my hand as I stared at the iron mask on the table before me—a twisted, contorted thing with slits for eyes and an inscrutable expression etched into the metal.
That stupid, useless girl. Saphira. Could she truly be this creature of legend? The thought made me scoff. No. She was just a fool who had taken the legend to heart, using it as some kind of bizarre inspiration. I picked up the mask, running my thumb along its cold surface. Yes, she probably crafted this to mimic the legend and play make-believe. That girl had always been an attention seeker, hadn’t she?
