Aurelia POV
"What legend?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Rowan released my arm slowly, his expression remained troubled, his eyes searching my face as though trying to piece together some puzzle he wasn't yet ready to voice aloud.
"Old stories," he said finally. "Ones I heard from my own grandmother, decades before you were born. Tales of a bloodline that once existed among our kind, wolves whose true forms carried silver beneath their fur, marking them as something beyond ordinary shifters." He shook his head slowly. "I never believed them to be anything more than folklore. Old wolves inventing legends to make sense of things they couldn't explain."
"And now?" I asked, my heart pounding.
Rowan studied me for a long moment before answering. "Now I'm uncertain what to belie
