Nora settled into her chair with a tired sigh. "I am ninety seven years old. For seventy of those years, I have studied werewolf history. I know more about the old packs, the ancient laws, and the original bloodlines than almost anyone alive."
"And you know about The First?" Evie asked.
"I know her real name," Nora said. "Though she has not used it in centuries. She was born Lyanna Silverpaw, daughter of the Alpha of one of the very first werewolf packs in existence."
Victoria, who had joined them, leaned forward with interest. "I have heard of the Silverpaw bloodline. They were legendary. But I thought they all died out."
"They did," Nora confirmed. "All except Lyanna. She is the last pure descendant of the original werewolf line. And that is her curse."
"Curse?" Evie asked.
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