Elena
The old magic hums in my chest. My grandmother's words echo in my mind: "You are not just a wolf, Elena. You are something more. Something the alphas have been afraid of for centuries."
I lie awake in the small bed in Seraphina's cabin. The fire crackles in the stone hearth. The silver leaves glow outside the window, their light casting dancing shadows on the walls. Ray sleeps on the floor beside me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His hand rests near mine, close enough that I can feel the warmth of his skin.
I do not understand what my grandmother meant. I do not feel special. I feel scared. Tired. Broken. Ten years of running, of hiding, of surviving—it has worn me down to nothing. But something has changed. The nightmares have stopped. For the first time in ten
