Ember
The question had been building since the moment I watched them shift. I needed to hear it out loud, if only to confirm I wasn’t losing my mind.
“Werewolves. Alphas, to be exact,” he said.
I had read about werewolves in fiction. Seeing it in real life was something else entirely.
I looked out the window beside me.
“This is your packhouse?” I asked. He nodded.
“Originally, this packhouse belonged to Seth’s family — the Lightwoods. Our pack families merged after the most recent war in our region. Both Seth and I come from powerful pure-blood alpha lines, but we are different from other wolves.
“How so?”
“We were born under the blue moon. The supermoon eclipse.” I nodded. I knew what the blue moon was. “Wolves born under the blue moon are gifted with certain abilities — immunity
