Elodie’s POV
For the first time in my life, I wanted answers more than I wanted peace.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Because I had spent years surviving.
Years reacting.
Years letting other wolves decide my future.
Now suddenly my own past had become the greatest mystery of all.
And I hated it.
The feeling followed me throughout the day.
Through council meetings.
Through military briefings.
Through every conversation.
No matter what I did, my thoughts kept returning to the same question.
Who am I?
The realization should have felt dramatic.
Instead it felt exhausting.
Because the truth was much simpler.
I didn't care about titles.
Or kingdoms.
Or ancient bloodlines.
I wanted to understand why wolves were willing to kill for information about me.
That seemed like a rea
