LUCY
It had been a few weeks since I was introduced to Chris's mother, Lady Maeve as I fondly called her. Despite my initial reservations, Lady Maeve welcomed me with open arms, sensing a kindred spirit within me. We spent countless hours together, sharing stories, laughter, and even shedding a few tears. She also told me stories about my father and how he was a friend to the Alpha before his death. She promised to look into the case again and find out the truth.
As the days went by, my visits to the werewolf pack became more frequent. I couldn't resist the magnetic pull I felt toward Chris and his intriguing world. However, I had to be cautious. Being an outsider, I was keenly aware of the prying eyes of the pack members who could easily sniff out my true identity as an intruder and a
