“I’m Carol,” Klaus’s mother said warmly, her voice calm but layered with curiosity. “And this is my husband, Michael.”
My heart thudded against my chest as I gave them a small nod, still hugging my bathrobe close around me, acutely aware of how unprepared I looked.
Carol’s eyes softened as she studied me, but the awe in her expression couldn’t be completely hidden. “You’re a white wolf,” she said, almost reverently.
I nodded slowly, unsure what to say, uncertain of where this conversation was going. My gut twisted with anxiety.
“Honey, which pack are you from?” Michael asked, his voice deeper and more measured than his wife’s, though not unkind.
I hesitated for a second. Technically, I wasn’t officially part of the Black Moon Pack yet. Klaus had brought me here before any ceremony or
